I remember being small,
and led to believe
reality and perfection came in twos.
Twos are easiest.
When everything is a binary,
there isn’t time wasted in questioning.
Yet my eyes are drawn to asymmetry
and the unexpected beauty of three.
Where two topples, three fortifies.
There’s a grace to three.
Stability wedded to balance wedded to form,
creates a sublime alchemy.
Three is the dance between souls,
and the stars that guide me when I am lost.
Three is home.
Song Choice: Three is a Magic Number
This poem was inspired by the prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads: Kerry Says Let's Count With Our Fingers. Hop on over for more great poetry.