Maths and Geography

I see you through the window,

Absent in a meeting.

A short span

From my finger-tip

To the contours of your face.

Beloved geography:

I always did like maps,

But not those tedious tallies

Of economic growth,

Some soulless reckoning.

How can so many so muches

Add up to nothing in the end?

That’s our kind of maths.

Driving home, the sky is sadly

And I am not so shining.

© 2012