900 nights

One hundred fifty nights ago
I counted the time between,
The week the star-tellers told me to;
The answer, then, was 750.
They warned me not to count again.
I should have listened,
Because now I know
900 nights have come and gone
Since last I felt the rain, 
And though I'm drowning in the numbers,
There is no water here.
-Elena Nola