Calculus

A poem for Sam

i admit that at math,

i am the worst.

the opposite of calculation, emotion,

and i mismanage an unbalanced checkbook

cheerfully, hands-free.

what i wonder,

and perhaps you can explain, mr. math whiz, is this:

how one plus one equals infinity,

how love that doesn’t even add up somehow multiplies;

how on earth we find ourselves so rich.