The Numberless

 

The Numberless

 

At some unknown time

take me

to the Mundurukú,

 

for I, like them,

know nothing

of this world of numbers;

 

know nothing of

the calculated things

my son counts up.

 

If I could tally up

the ways I mis-count;

over-estimate, under-value;

 

let a wrong clock tell

me its time.

Your A.D. and Auld Lang Syne.

 

Here, in a bonded world

of nothingness

and endless rhyme.

 

By Amy Louise Wyatt (2020)

 

 

(Photograph by Paul Daniel Rafferty)