Mary Cornish-July 6, Iyengar II & I

From Billy Collins’ Anthology of Contemporary Poems, created during his tenure as US Poet Laureate. A playful-sounding piece, (this poet started out as an illustrator of children’s books) with some zingers. I loved “Even subtraction is never loss,”.

NUMBERS

I like the generosity of numbers.

The way, for example,

they are willing to count

anything or anyone:

two pickles, one door to the room,

eight dancers dressed as swans.

I like the domesticity of addition—

add two cups of milk and stir—

the sense of plenty: six plums

on the ground, three more

falling from the tree.

And multiplication's school

of fish times fish,

whose silver bodies breed

beneath the shadow

of a boat.

Even subtraction is never loss,

just addition somewhere else:

five sparrows take away two,

the two in someone else’s

garden now.

There's an amplitude to long division,

as it opens Chinese take-out

box by paper box,

inside every folded cookie

a new fortune.

And I never fail to be surprised

by the gift of an odd remainder,

footloose at the end: forty-seven divided by eleven equals four,

with three remaining.

Three boys beyond their mothers call,

two Italians off to the sea,

one sock that isn't anywhere you look.