Math Redux - Gnarled Digits Poem by Jonathan hunter

I have joined the club

the circle of those
circumscribed by numbers

lives defined by decimal charts
simplified for the non-numeric
into a smiley faces' descent into misery

days labelled
'4' or (god forbid) '9'
life's possibility narrowed down
to a single digit

somewhere in the infinite thickets of pi
my life of numbers is laid out
the wedding attended; a convivial and lucky 2
the canoe trip at a constant gnarled 8
winters; a practice of scales at 6,7,8,9,8,7,6..
that would form a noticeable pattern
to a puzzling scholar
but for the static of summer
and its disappearance

with a single zer0