One Is Not a Prime Number

One is not a prime number
But a singularity that stands alone
One and itself in the vast sea of 
Numerical complexities
It stands alone, solemn
Edging close to the realm of nihility, of nothingness
Yet, all the same, an infinity away.
Why is it that one is the first number we learn?
The number we begin on?
One is the greatest isolation but
The vastest togetherness 
One is individualism, one is monotony
That one unpaired piece
Of spontaneous upholstery
The single unwashed yellow sock,
Underneath the mahogany table
With a lonesome chopstick from Chinese takeout.
One clock hand suspends between 6 and 7
One is the number of strangers at that tabletop book signing.
One remains the vast crowd that sings of peace.
All is one
But is one
All?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Agustin Avatar
June 11, 2024 at 4:58 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
Makotanyane Avatar
August 2, 2019 at 7:57 AM
I love it... what a way to express ONE.... welcome!!!!1
Krutsinger Avatar
July 28, 2019 at 8:06 AM
I like the way you took a simple concept and turned "one" into a delightful poem, Rena. Welcome to Poetry Soup!
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