One
One
Is a
Very
Special
Number
I
Have seen:
One raindrop from one tiny cloud
Fall on my face after looking up from where I was
On the roof of the chapel I was building
And saw
It
Plummet to my face and splish there
It was the only raindrop I saw that day and the only cloud
If you could call it that …
My dad says I have seen a UFO up on Cheyenne Mountain one night, on his shoulders, but I don’t remember that...
I have had one neon purple witch spank me in the little pitch dark trailer where I was trying to get to sleep as a child…
I have looked at my first child as she stared at me with two blue eyes as just her head was out at her birth and I was crouched down on my hands and knees… looking up…
I discovered a peach tree in my yard that had only one, beautiful perfectly formed and ripe, ready to eat
Peach
On it and I plucked it off, amazed, and took photographs of it and then we ate it.
And what I know now is that “one” is special….and so is “many”, as I eschew one god in my Multiverse…
I know one vote can make all the difference….
One smile can too; at the right time.
One photo can be the absolute best
And one moment sublime
And... what I really know is that each time I do something, something I have done, it seems, routinely, many times before, the motions are truly unique somehow…
Each time I try to invoke dualities; I am oversimplifying and leaving much out.
Each time I think about one god, I am starting wars
As I plant my feet and hang on bite
Will being the devil here
And my feet are perhaps planted because one dimension is wagging its tail in another
…and the dimensions are being counted and Infinite may be the number,
Leaving plenty of room for lots of thoughts,
As they commingle in the susurrus stream of pluralities
In a cosmic dance that is spiritual, physical, emotional, value driven for us humans..
Waltzing through “Texas” With You in My Arms
