an ode

Awakening (especially on Sunday mornings),
I have to marvel at
the extraordinary geometry of the breast.
Or, I suppose, the study of breasts
would require calculus;
the representation of volume being filled in space
is best summed up in a curvy equation.
When I lay on my side I imagine
the equation for that breast shape would
be impossibly complex to integrate.
How convexing.
Perhaps an engineer could do it better knowing
the outside has everything to do
with the organization of the inside.
No, when I turn to my back again
geometry seems the simplest way to go.
But now thoughts turn to biology
(since I study these things for a living)
and with a hint of smugness I thank my grandma
for the genes her legacy that make
these subjects worthy of contemplation.