ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
COUNTING UP TO 53
and counting again
the dense love I feel
for all the numbers worn lightly
and light love for thick summer weeds
heavy upthrust clusterheads or single
narrow low and hard to notice
blinding yellow sunflowers
or cautious vervain opening one small
white flower at a time on stems dangled
in air green and threading outward
fifty-two fifty-three
I count that far and start over
I can measure the world fifty-three
times by fifty-threes
and rest in the open in early morning
on sunny days then in the shade
when sunlight heightens gets harder
and hotter blast in the middle of the day