Men Do On the Beach

I wonder how I’d feel from day to day If I knew not prime numbers and their play If I’d never heard of “e” and “pi” And still believed that God lived in the sky Even though I’ve not done maths for years I fall into brown studies next to squares Ellipses please me with their enclosed space Sequential numbers tilt my mind to grace. Calculus is nonsense in its way Where nothing re-appears to our dismay It comes and goes like waves do on the beach Where men would stand up on a box to preach. Ah,shall I never know my other life Where to the grace of words I would be wife?