SUSAN STEGER WELSH
SUSAN STEGER WELSH
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
3/03/03
like 47+74, and its sum, 121:
the same read backwards as forwards.
I saw the day coming
and remembered what I’d read
about palindromes: our generation
the first in a thousand years to live
aibophobia: fear of palindromes
through two palindromic years,
1991 and 2002. The expert
in superstition says
we’re crazy for patterns,
stitch meaning to numbers,
find threads of God or ghosts.
Do geese see God?
Easy to make your own, add two digits
and their reverse. Take any big number,
divisible by 11 --
that awkward number, the china
after one plate breaks, the disciples
once Judas had fled.
Never odd or even
Going to church, early morning,
I saw parallel tracks
pressed in fresh snow
leading out of a neighbor’s garage
and down the alley, thought only,
Charlie went to work early today.
Live not on evil
never imagining he would not
drive back up those same tracks
again that night. It’s true,
what the expert says, that we want to believe
the rare event is more significant
than the everyday. That we crave
symmetry. Massive, they said,
a heart forty percent larger
than normal. 53, just like his father.
Palindrome, from the Greek, meaning
running back again
SUSAN STEGER WELSH is a native Minnesotan who was awarded a 2008 Minnesota State Arts Board fellowship. Her first poetry collection, Rafting on the Water Table, (New Rivers Press, 2000) was a finalist for a Minnesota Book Award. Her essay, “My Good Bad Luck”, appears in Riding Shotgun: Women Write About Their Mothers, (Borealis Books 2008).