so what?

Like oars can cut no scars in water

my pen leaves no marks on paper

Nor will wilderness turn to orchard

nor wine be pressed from stone

I am a poet stagnated by time

abandoned by idea

by vocabulary

by metaphor

by meaning

I am 36 years of blank pages

one in whom a thousand rivers of ink have come to die

But what does it matter –

SHE is a mathematician

24 September, 2013