The Rules of Three
2022.08.15
For one, to die
is to lose oneself
and join the other
two, throw rocks at the wall
to never arrive
and yet does, unbeknownst
to the in-betweenness in amongst
us
three, walking together
to have gathered the constellation woven
from seven relations, one’s
taught me patience, twice
with my own permissions, to attend
to the undecidable probability
come what may, a trio
of dreamers awake to conjure worlds
all the more real for me, myself
and I, nevertheless, grow to believe:
in tree speech;
old buildings;
knowing that I can not know, yet finding poetry
where poetry is found.