The Joys of Mathematics

At fifty I will begin my count towards the infinite numbers.
 
At negative ninety nine I will start my walk towards  the
                        infinitesimally small.

At one over twenty  seven I will inspect the first bridgeworks.

At twenty two over seven I will write a message in a bottle, entrust  it to
                        a sea turtle, slip under a wave and sleep.

At eighty seven sparrows will land on the windowsill, pecking a hole
                        that leads inside my arm.

At 127 I will begin to arrange the children’s pillows, carefully filling
                        each one with warm handfuls of snow.

At ten to the negative six our friends from the White House will arrive,
                        handing out glass beads and broken shells filled with recently
                        perfected poisons.
 
At the inverse square of sixteen the sky will curve over blue lakes, songbirds
                        settle at dusk, a small train rattle off towards a village that leans
                        against a single church spire.
 
At one over negative twenty two I will start to dream in Sanskrit, creating a
                        swarm of brown ants to bring back a baby’s rattle from the
                        edge of a mud slide.

At ten to negative two over three I will open my heart, letting go of all vanities,
                        right down to the wilted bones.

At the third transfinite number I will give up easy answers.

At e to the i pi the earth will bristle with skulls and weapons, dolphins will
                        proclaim the first inter-stellar arms bazaar in Antarctica, the
                        new born will drink only lead, the elderly will wander the moon
                        in the quest for warmth.
 
At one I will open my eyes.
 
At zero I will put the key back under the mat.