Poem: ‘All is Number’

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.