Happy Pi day! Here is a poem I wrote in appreciation of pi.
A Poem For Pi Day: “3.14159”
by CS Sherin
We traveled to Australia.
We look younger.
We see the strange and unfamiliar
as well as things that look
just like home.
We are traveling with other tourists.
I am on a tall ladder like platform, and
large Afghan-type dogs appear.
Four of them.
One comes to me specifically.
I am to put my hand on his back
and he will lead me where we need to go.
The dogs were blue at first,
then turned black and last, white.
They can puff up their hair
when they want and smooth
it out again at will.
We end up at a long corridor of
open dorm beds that are like
a partial camper sleeper barracks.
Some female family and acquaintances
are there too, it turns out.
I choose to sleep halfway
in the corridor of beds.
A woman across from me exclaims
that she knows she is sad because
when she is happy she feels horny.
I roll my eyes and think,
Oh geez, I have to put up with this?
Another woman playfully-not playfully
taunts me about not knowing
what a former friend is doing now.
I don’t need to know, I think, irritated
by these arrangements. And then,
the alarm wakes me.
Today, in waking life,
I saw the pi symbol formed
by tea leaves at the bottom of
my tea cup.
And has never happened before
on Adventure Time
Finn drank from a cup
with the pi symbol on it.
My amazement was complete.
So I dove into all the
alluring pi facts…
the Old Testament,
the Greeks all
knew it to some degree.
Archimedes to really find it.
Madhava of Sangamagrama found
more of it.
Within the atom and through
computers we find more of it
Wherever there is a circle,
there is pi;
not a root–not algebraic.
It’s patterns never repeat.
Pi measures emanating ripples well,
and probability determination.
The unchanging ratio of any circular
circumference and diameter.
This is the day that 3.14159 and so on,
tapped my shoulder
with it’s waking life answer—
a mysterious, romantic, infinite
to my night of dreaming and day of waking.
just those first forty digits could hold the answer
to our universe.
CS Sherin, WildClover.org 2018©