Monday, April 18, 2005

Just eleven days shy of my 44th birthday

My first thought was that forty-two
meant the number of years I'd lived two years ago,
when I got to Baghdad.

Then I was away from my wife daughter
and infant son. Then
I didn't know if I'd make it back alive.
Then, all life hung in the balance
and I knew it.

Tonight, my second thought
was that 42=6x7, or 42=7x6
or 3x14
or 2x21
or two and forty.
Forty days and forty nights,
then the day after the day
after ending that fast.

Maybe, now that I have thought of it,
and am thinking of it,
forty-two is just
half of eighty-four.


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