lenten journal: pi(e) day

one afternoon long ago I stumbled
upon Albert Einstein sitting on a stair
a map of the constellations at his feet
what I remember is the playful look
in his eye — as though the universe
was intended as a source of joy

today is his birthday — and Pi Day
which he would actually understand;
me — I chose, instead, to bake pies
and fill up our table with friends
who would share an evening of pies
as though it was our best offering

you don’t have to be a rocket scientist
to understand how the world is changed
when friends eat and drink and talk
as though their lives depended on it:
the world is held together by dinner tables —
nothing matters more than together

Peace,
Milton