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