Oh, to still be able to limit oneself
to angles & corners,
to the degrees of protractors,
to incident & reflected bearings,
the speed of light,
weight & length measurements,
volumes and communicating vessels,
to hectopascals & the objectivity of barometers,
the collected positional determinations of satellites,
yes, to the content lists of jam jars
and mountain dried food bags
and the water column resistance of rain garments,
to the recommended pressure
of Continental Grand Prix 4 Seasons Vectran Breakers,
to orbits & probability calculations,
Doppler effects & redshifts & dark matter

- and not have to plunge down
into the vague discomfort of each early morning
out on the boiling horizon of anxiety,
out of reach of sensible thoughts,
love & care & comfort,
in the flourishing heatwaves of ailments & thoughts of death