Four

One, two, three, four
Four directions to choose
Four roads to travel
Four strong winds refuse

One, two, three, four
Four Bobbsey twins read
Four leaf clovers found
Four years old ahead

One, two, three, four
Four young Englishmen arrive
Four quarter notes adore
Four magicians stay alive

One, two, three, four
Four apocalyptic horses ride
Four challenges are met
Four warriors stand astride

One, two, three, four
Four phases of the moon
Four brilliant stars above
Four seasons lie bestrewn

One, two, three, four
Four a number sound
Four a state regarded
Four a challenge found

One, two, three, four
For fuck’s sake stop
For I’ve moved on
For I’m on top

Four – just a number
Four I cannot fear
For I am ME
Fortunately!

(Written for Michelle, who’s fortune isn’t determined by numbers but by her fortitude in the face of her fortuitous circumstances.)  Susan McElroy – February 2019