Tuesday, my poem was my wife’s. Now, she said she didn’t mind if I share this sonnet.
I Have Your Number
Copyright 2006 Ben S. Pollock
Thirteen never has been an unlucky number for me,
I have neither lucky nor unlucky ones, so far as I can recall.
As fortunes appear clearest in retrospect, those that cast a pall
might as well come from coffee grounds, tea leaves, or palmistry.
Math was so easy so long ago;
now it’s best to count finger and toe.
That shows we “completed our thirteenth year,”
Fourteen in a blink has started, deserving a cheer.
So if now indeed is “our thirteenth anniversary”
Then luck’s an irrational; is that trigonometry?
What we have fervently discussed over the past days
Wasn’t so much about looking forward or back.
Who cares if the future is unknowable, is that a lack
When by wakeful love we can shrink Fortune’s craze.
With love to my Christy, from her Ben
Tuesday 28 March 2006, another great spring day
