There is proportionality

There is proportionality

A pattern to discern

A ratio of comparison

An angle of incidence.

Leather boots sink into the mud

Just so far

The pull of it

The slow release

As air is sucked

Into a vacuum

I am skin-soaked, barely a dry spot

Anywhere

Somewhere overhead

The sun is ready to break through

The blood glow on the horizon

Is a blaze of morning

A fire ship

In tumult

A burst of pure white light

Behind the eyes

The wisp of essence

As another young life

Is taken

In another war

Somewhere

The ache of it reaching out

Drawing the strength from my resolve.

There is always a reaction

Mathematics is eternal

Whether I know it or not

There is a formula

To be solved

Life is worth more

Than this

Heavy tramp through

A boggy hillside

At daybreak

With the weight of life

Upon my shoulders.

The acuity of arithmetic

The complexity

Of combinations

Sharpening my senses

Easing the burden.

When all things are equal

Both sides of the equation

Are a reflection

Of one another.

And I know,

Although important

The answer is only partially

True

What really counts

Is how you get there.