The Magic Of Numbers (Ten Fingers) Poem by Jeffrey McCambridge

The Magic Of Numbers (Ten Fingers)



What type of magic
Is there in the names
We give numbers?

In my mind I see
Five fingers to a hand
Each digit tracing
A separate numeral
In the sand.

But these ten fingers
Have never worked together
To make a single table,
Or a set of chairs,
Four legs to the floor.

Even if two feet
Carry me all this way
Step by step, each year
Three hundred sixty-five days a year

My two eyes have never
Counted waves crashing on the beach;
I have only one life to live
With only one soul to give.

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