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