I have become a counter
not just one who opposes
but a keeper of numbers
that move me forward

I count stair steps
and reps of all sorts,
with a blind faith
I didn’t know I had

I shuffle the order
mix it up
keeping track of the more difficult
and only occasionally missing a dose

My mind will drift
losing my way in my series of numbers
only to return
to my finite state

2 thoughts on “Counting

  1. this poem makes me curious … sometimes the act of counting is a grounding practice, which it seems it is for you in this poem … in any case, it felt familiar and I thank you for sharing

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