I like doing things in three’s
It’s as if my mind
Body
Spirit
Cannot work
In any other capacity
It sees things in three’s
It writes things three’s
It dreams things in three’s
When I write
I use three descriptives in a row
He is
Dashing
Charismatic
Charming
She is
Stunning
Provocative
Shy
I often times try
To only use two words
Have two thoughts
Share with a shorter precision
But it doesn’t seem to flow for me
He is
Dashing
Charismatic
And…
Do you feel it
Can you hear it
Does it get you too
That calling for a third
It’s like when I decorate my home
If I have vases
Or trinkets
Or photos
To display
It can never be in a set of two
Or a clumping of 4
Or God forbid a stand alone one
How lonely
Stark
And unfair to be left
Alone
No, it must always be in three
But here is where I break
From tradition
Need
Compulsion
I don’t want two lovers
Where I make up the third
Help complete a moment
Vie for attention
Oh no I don’t
I don’t want to share
I don’t want to watch
I don’t want to compete
Oh no I don’t
Instead I want the attention on me
I want to be consumed in his eyes
I want to be the thump in his heart
It can’t be any other way
But don’t get me wrong
My draw toward three
Makes me curious
To see what it might be like
To be party to two others
I have watched it from a distance
I have dreamt of it in the night
I have pondered the adventure
Of how it might be
Where he is
Dashing
Charismatic
Charming
Where she is
Stunning
Provocative
And…probably not so shy
Then there is me
What would I be
How would I act
Graceful
Exciting
Voluptuous
Uh… far from it
How about
Ravenous
Enticing
Sexy
Ok… I’m sorta laughing right now
You know
The kind of laugh where you snort
Through your nose
That doesn’t exactly compliment this scene
How about
Cute
Petite
Cautious
Well, hell no
That sorta ruins the whole purpose
Now doesn’t it
Ya see
When it comes to
You, me and another
It just doesn’t flow
It just doesn’t land
I just don’t belong
Instead…
We would be a set of two
Standing side by side
Letting one shine over the other
For one moment
While the other shines in the next
It is a set of two
Walking hand in hand
Guiding
Sliding
Skipping
Toward
Who knows where
It is a set of two
Sharing more
Peeling back the layers
Building life back up
Which appeals to me
So much more
It is here where my mind
My drive
My comfort zone
For keeping things in three
Departs
Where my spirit asks for completion
Where my body asks for something different
Where my heart yearns for a balancing
Of the halves
Sidebar:
I know there are four chambers
To the heart
But this is my poem
And for this moment
I want to see the heart
As that old cliche
That common scenario
The image of completion
As two halves
It works for me
And if you were out of your logical mind
It would work for you too
Now I must complete
My third stanza from above
Stick with me…
Where my mind asks for only one other
And here is where the beauty
Recognition
Understanding
Of how three’s
Are still showing up
Keeping with the pattern
Fulfilling my need
Even in the presence
Of two
As we live life
In sets of three
Ready…
Live
Love
Laugh
See there it is
Breakfast
Lunch
Dinner
The writing is on the wall
Eat
Sex
Sleep
Who could ask for more
Sidebar:
I am seeing a theme of eating emerge
Work
Play
Relax
Ahh… could it get any better
Man
Woman
Child (could be plural in this context)
Or…
Man, man, child
Woman, woman, child
Man, woman, dog
Or cat
Or bird
Do you see it
Do you feel it
Do you get it
The power of three
Doesn’t have to include another
If that doesn’t work for you
But it might
No judgment here 😉
But it must include
For me at least
The being
Doing
Feeling
Of the pattern of three
It’s as if
Without the third
There is no completion
Something is missing
The yearning continues
I look for a missing piece
That has noting to do with the moment
More to do with the need for the pattern
It brings me peace
Comfort
Joy
So for now
I am going to go back
To my morning ritual
Of reading
Writing
Mediating
As I sit here alone
In the silence of the morning
As the day is breaking
Staring at my dog
Listening to my children
Breathing deeply in their sleep
(We have thin walls)
Watching the sun rise through my window
I am going to sit here alone
Without that God forbidding
Feeling of starkness
Fear of being just one
Sense of incompletion
But instead
In the welcoming of my solitude
As I get clear
About who I am
What I want
Where I am going
So that when that second half appears
I am ready to begin the dance
Again
Just him and me
And my children
Make three
Oh shit…
I forgot the dog!
