I look on the years as strange observer
as simple mathematician
as equidistant when it's convenient
but most often with measure

I see the year my mother died
as one after my first child was born
I see the war in which i fought
stretch behind me longer than
when it was born from

I watch morning break in a country
I was never born in but most
of what I love traces back to this nexus
and I watch the sun set here every night

I cannot say how much I've loved it all
no numbers for that