Both children and adults admit
that they find their lives adhering
to the patterns offered by certain numbers,
clinging as if these specific amounts
will save them like a lifeboat.
For most of my life 
that number took the form of sevens,
multiples, duplicates, and dividends,
because I loved the way 28 appeared,
or I loved the way 7 always stood stolidly against the abundance of later numbers.
When I pretended to know more about life
and feigned interest in other things,
I tried to work my life around the number 5
and instead found all my things in disarray around me,
yet the chaos failed to confuse me.
Sometimes numbers remain with us 
even when we try to abandon them,
and I have been seeing
‘far too many 7s and 5s lately
to believe anything different or healthy.
All this rambling has me wondering,
adjusting,
deliberating,
and observing:
What numbers still move you?