Just for fun

today I am eleven

that is, off the scale

a little to the right of perfect

and somewhat prime

odd

uneven

but symmetrical

(that’s good!)

not quite into adolescence

past childhood

difficult to add and subtract

easy to multiply

impossible to divide

I am not a base of much

open-ended, that’s me

sideways, I would equal

laugh out loud if you like

I am in alliteration, albeit under an alias

did you know 11 times 11 equals

one to one?

If only that formula worked more often

but you see when you are eleven

you are tippy and prone to

fall towards the teens

that unsettling group of know it alls

who don’t accept you but you don’t fit into

the 1-10 crowd either

(you don’t even fit into 9-5 very well)

So I will make myself a slide and shoot away

into space

or a tower of shining beech trees that reach to heaven with me inside

or perhaps two needles to mend and create

a book cover

or even two praying hands

I will be today

innumerable