A poem about tables

It has many names.

The grid.

The cartesian coordinates.

The tabulation.

Spaces are uniformly divided by it,

with notations

in a binary system.

It's either up or down.

Left or right.

Forward or back.

So precise,

so efficient,

so capable.

But how do we use this system

to describe the erosions of a rock,

the wrinkles on your knuckles,

the layers of an onion,

the path of an ant,

the shape of a cloud?