Too much you press enter
when you work at a structure.
I see you cling so affectionately
to that cross,
‘plus’ you call it,
minus an intuition or two--
a new way to do your part.

It is wonderful the way you start
to move the numbers in your head, and
I cannot keep up with the crunch.

Your mind is full of
the right angles.
With practice
I could preach mechanics,
in time
I could reinforce the bracings of your brain.
Make sure nothing
buckles when Mother brings up the calculations
you have forgotten
while pushing at plus, plus, plus.

When she figures you have forgotten us.

Father,
when I marvel at your
calculator,
it is because I never understand what to enter,
what I could possibly add.
The matrix of
that machine  
is the greatest stability
I have ever known.
Precious steel atrium:
vibrant, vibrating, and
full.

Invincible,
you move from firm to firm
and build us a miracle
in which to grow.