Safety in Numbers

Sunday morning I balance my check book;

the orderliness  of rows and columns is comforting.

I write in pencil, so errors can be erased,

though I rarely make a mistake.

I print the numbers deliberately,

 forming each line and curve with care.

I double-check the math, and when I am finished

 the bank and I agree: everything balances.

I print ‘BALANCED!” with precision

across the front of the statement in ink,

because once reconciled, it never changes.

Then I file the statement in the hanging file labeled

‘Bank Statements-Checking’ in the

third drawer of the file cabinet in my home office.

And everything is just so.

Next I do Sudoku puzzles.

The nine, neat boxes stacked in order wait for me;

there is logic, process, method used to solve the problem.

It is a comfort to find where each number belongs.

There are rules to follow as I systematically fill in the grid.

Numbers are safe (thus the expression).

They don’t lie, or cheat, or grow bored and fall out of love.

One day I will move on to the Sunday Crossword Puzzle,

but not yet. 

I am not yet ready to deal in the treachery of words.

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