Solving the Equation
12 May 2007
The classroom was full of puzzled faces,
each looking to the others for wisdom,
or a comic remark to break the mood.
You sat in the back of the room,
peering out the long row of windows,
day dreaming of your father,
the mathematician, sitting at his desk,
waving a pencil, graphite sketching the air:
"Life, death, prime numbers, it's all the same."
But when you asked him what he meant,
he leaned back and shook his head.
The teacher spoke with such arrogance,
gloating at the puzzle he had drawn:
"It is impossible to solve." Outside the window,
the nearby river was paying a visit,
the schoolyard flooded, the water kept rising,
unnoticed by those inside. You took the challenge,
walked down the endless row to the blackboard,
glanced once at the windows, seeing the swelling
waters advance, taking the chalk, smiling,
knowing full well the solution was just outside.
© 2007, Satya J. Gabriel