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)