One... exhaustion is a way of life.
but the burning questions never stop to wait.
Two... the laundry pile and questions both
multiply with each new kid you add.
Three... with clothes to fold and poems to write
and questions to answer, still I can't let go of
Four... burning questions of my own.
Why is the earth's orbit an ellipse?
Five... if Sol is one of two foci
of our squashed orbit, what on earth's the other?
Six... the music of the not-quite spheres:
why is it so nearly--not-quite--tempered?
Seven... without answers to all this,
can we really still believe in math?
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