Equation

Someone said
that working through difficult equations
was like walking
in a pure and beautiful landscape –
the numbers glowing
like works of art.
And in the same crowded room
a woman I thought I didn’t like
was singing to herself –
talking and listening
but singing to herself too
and instantly
with the logic of numbers
I liked her
as if she had balanced something
I couldn’t.
The corridors are long and pristine
but I’m not lost –
just working
towards some minute
or overwhelming
equipoise.