PHI
- The formula for perfection, not created—found
- by the dissectors, the analyzers—
- observing, measuring, discovering
- to their astonishment that the number
- is everywhere, from the galaxies to our DNA,
- both hidden and visible,
- in a beautiful face and a fiddlehead fern.
- 1.618 begins the sequence,
- the numbers going on and on,
- an irrational shot at infinity.
- 1.618 in hemoglobin and in sap,
- in you, me, and Cleopatra.
- In the things our eyes find beautiful,
- everywhere and always there is Phi.