Lottery Numbers

The numbers roll out one by dreaming one –
From alpine birth, cascade to waterfall,
They tumble in the mountainside’s full sun
As if in joyous answer of my call.
One, two, three, five, eight, thirteen... thirty-four –
From foothill drop to yawning prairie sweep,
They coil a thousand miles towards the shore
As if in dreamy answer of my sleep.
These numbers slowly slide into the past –
From river's mouth to ocean’s boundless span,
They lose themselves within its magic cast
As if in sacrifice for this glad man.
You fall to earth and find yourselves back home,
And give yourselves so dreams may freely roam.