All is Number
If the late afternoon light is beautiful
but God’s not behind it
then my mind is just classifying;
if the late afternoon light is beautiful
and God designed it,
it’s a blessing and a deep unknowable well:
light seems a word beyond metaphor —
a wave and a particle
neither wave nor particle,
energy cast out of the sun,
passed through a vacuum —
so vast in its power
the plump earth greens luminous
and humans agree terms to barter for
what’s there which lies shimmering
and only calculable.