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perhaps pi knows
An original poem by MaryJane Nordgren
mathematicians say
reality is, finally, an equation
but perhaps the ancients
knew better to designate
existence as never-ending
re-circling cycles
light following darkness
season following season
cycling into year after old/new
year generation succeeding generation
until one, the individual, is part
of an extended whole far larger
than himself
perhaps there is an equation
to portray that