by Karla Linn Merrifield
The circumference of the Earth,
the antiquity of a sequoia’s diameter,
the time of day on grandfather’s clock face,
the value of doubloons and euros,
and the full moon’s silvered disk.
True to the sun, its eight planets, and the rings
of Saturn, in every circle is the unknowable
number— the never-ending pi, π of all life’s
mysteries, including the blissful irrationality
of marriage, of our encircling cosmic romance.
Karla Linn has 16 books to her credit. Her newest poetry collection, My Body the Guitar, was nominated for the 2022 National Book Award. She is a frequent contributor to The Songs of Eretz Poetry Review. Visit her website at karlalinnmerrifield.org; her blog at karlalinnmerrifeld.wordpress.com; and find her on Facebook at facebook.com/karlalinn.merrifield.
