Looking out my Backdoor: My world and mathematics
Last updated 4/1/2021 at 9am
There is magic in my world.
If I do not see it, it doesn’t matter.
If I do see it, it doesn’t matter.
Every day is a song.
Yesterday’s music fell to earth, gone.
Today’s voice is in the wind, the sky.
You may listen. Or not hear.
This morning I awoke to Cathedral bells,
To bird song riding pale green sunrise.
The first sight out my window, a western tanager
Atop a cluster of new mango leaves, strange fruit.
One moment. One moment of attention.
I’m granted only moments. I’m too small
To take in the totality of what is offered.
Lavender in pots line my entry,