Answer Me

Tell me about the vines
of leaves crawling
this brick wall. Explain
by way of calculus
their seasonal change—
I want to know, too,
a formula for counting
the uncountable leaves
and one more especially
for how their soft voices
deny the wind.
Solve for me
birds among the leaves,
how not one is visible,
and yet their chirping presence
permutates to cacophony,
a noise charting this air and
curvature of afternoon.
Give me the theorem
of trees reveling foolishly
toward winter and another
for their protracted roots
gleaning the soil, constant
to all. And what about
the infinite line of seasons,
river of change, river of same—
Graph for me its measure
bending through space.
And answer me, finally,
the blunder of our living.