Numbers—by them we’re ruled.
We count the hours, the days,
the weeks, the months, the years—
always waiting for It—
for something, or someone
who stands in our future…
At least we think they are standing there.
We see a shadow, however faint,
and we strain our eyes to see some more,
always looking—and counting… counting…
counting minutes, seconds, breaths, heartbeats—
our focus fixed far to the future,
our vision tunneled until we see
nothing but the goal that lies ahead—
that Thing that draws us like a magnet—
that Thing that draws us past
our one reality.
We live for what could be,
convinced that it will be.
One thing we don’t count on:
We are missing what Is.
Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved
Created by Pat Simpson
This form plays with the devil’s number 666 and distorts it by flipping the middle number upside down to get the number 696.
Stanzas: 6-line, 9-line, 6-line
The syllable count matches the line count (6 syllables in the 6-line stanzas, 9 syllables in the 9-line stanzas).
Total length: 21 lines
Syllabic structure: 6-6-6-6-6-6, 9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9, 6-6-6-6-6-6
Rhyme at the discretion of the poet (mine is unrhymed)