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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem