Day 6

being of sound mind and body
april 6, 2009

when i feel the grains of sand
in my marrow bones,

i will

woo you with arithmetic
with the mystery of endless sums
and the supple arc of geometry

i will

fill my lungs with the sharps and flats
of your chromatic scale and exhale
love songs the color of maple trees

i will

snap arthritic hands
off grandfather clocks,
and make a sundial of my spirit

i will

defy those grains of sand
and these fickle marrow bones.