Numbers
Eleven-fourteen
Three minutes past
My time, which is
All ones
But three is for the
Trinity, so I can’t
Complain
The numbers of
Our lives: my dates
In spite of ones
Are rife with threes:
Add up the numbers
Of my birth and now
Divide—there are
Exponents of three
Multiples abound
And I am only one
Of these
Sometimes there’s
Great comfort in
That, in being one
Of these
February 29, 2016 at 6:53 pm
I always say that one is a perfect number, for why would it be called “a whole”?
February 29, 2016 at 7:39 pm
You’re right, one is a whole. It’s unity, isn’t it? Thanks!