MATHEMATICS - Alea Droker

you don't know what lurks on your shoulder.

here angels and monsters come to die.

your heart never lurches for shining things

nor falters in the dark.

irregular, complex. clairvoyance doesn't

lift the fog of the middle ground.

the Laws are a mist where mathematics continue their indi

erence.

no logic spells out the direction of a broken compass.

the principle of the matter picks some random Goddess

to map out the actors and come up with their scripts.

yes, I knew you'd say that.

so what creature do you follow to see the light?

maybe a rocketship; can we see things more clearly

from outer space?

I grasp the bigger picture, but Planet Earth looks

like the

lm over your eyes when swimming underwater.

I'm not meant for these depths but I learn

from the times we can't breathe.

I'll let you utter your words; I've heard them already.

there was some point in our history

where the words spilled out, estuaries

leading to both still and raging waters.

now they're like the remnants of yesterday's sandcastles.

I'm naive too. I try to use my shovel to etch

the windows again, to see in.

Alea Droker is a Fresno State and Cal State San Marcos alum residing in North County San Diego. She is especially interested in science and speculative fiction, and hopes to continue her ongoing research about each genre's increasing focus on the labor and activism of diverse motherhood.