each hand has five fingers.
each foot has five toes.
each one of our senses makes up the five.
each number on the clock marks the passing of five.
each countdown begins…
five…
four…
three…
two…
one.
everything happens at five:
rush hour traffic,
happy hour,
early bird special,
some crazy people even begin their day at five.
but that’s just the thing.
the number five is an integral part of life,
it makes up everything we do.
in math, we try to find patterns.
in life, the pattern is five.
the world runs on fives.
everywhere you look:
five. five. five. five. five
even if you don’t notice it,
just like this poem.
candidly caroline 