Six

Six.
All day I have been
saying six.
I have been counting
to six when I walk.
On my fingers,
and I'd put people in
groups of six.
Six.
Right now
this number fascinates me.
I am unsure why,
but it does.
Six.
I imagine what it would be like
to have six legs,
I would be an ant.
With six eyes,
I could see everything.
If I was six,
I could be anything.
At age six,
anything is possible,
the world is wonderful
and nothing hurts.
What if we only
had six chances to
live
and six to forgive?
What would you do,
what would you say?
I would probably move
to a farm.
I could own six types
of animals,
six of each.
I would have six tractors
and six corn fields.
Six great big apple blossoms
and six ponds for fishing.
I would be surrounded by six.
Six.
I like that number.
Six.