The ninety-four works in this book of Pi Poems constitute a gamut of human experience funneled into a single discipline. Becket’s controlled poems voice the agony found in a fleeting moment while also focusing on the wonderful mystery in the moments to come. The numbers in Pi—a number going on forever wherein lies untold sequences—discipline each line of each poem, so that the measure of each word also measures out calm statements to identify with. These poems are for the one who needs them—the one who needs to seek healing, the one who needs to have hope, the one who needs to hold on to the chance that the possibilities of tomorrow might just be worth waiting for.
