The Sacred in the Quotidian

Fall, 2005

Barbara Crooker

The Irrational Numbers of Longing,

The Infinite Mathematics of Desire

This day could be reduced to three elements:
green grass, blue hills, yellow fields of mustard,
solid in its planes as any late C├ęzanne. It makes me think
of the curves your hips and back make when you are sleeping,
the way my fingers travel the back road of your spine,
the landscape of our bodies under the quilt.
I want to relearn the language of plane geometry,
the relationship of curves in space, the friction
between positive and negative numbers, improper
fractions, your lovely smooth surface, the angle
of intersection, where we come together in the dark..