You are just a number.
Count one nose, two eyes;
the news reader counts three dead,
four injured in a lightning storm.
…just a number.
Count five senses;
six percent of you
are born with birth defects.
Count seven in ten people
drinking coffee before eight.
Count ninety nine percent as perfect.
Hush. Your existence does’t matter in a hundred.
…a mere number.
Count ten fingers, ten toes,
two hands, two feet, two lips, one smile.
fifteen blinks, fifteen breaths,
seventy five heart beats in a minute.
an average of a two-fifty births,
a hundred deaths in a minute.
Count finite days, finite thoughts,
temporary memories, temporary existence.
billions of ticking clocks.
Still, you are a number.
Living quietly, loving quietly.
You are infinite soul, here and now,
and within, you are forever.
…and yet, we keep counting.
T. E. Pyrus