it took me five days
to muster the energy it takes
to write this poem
forgive me if i'm shaky
if my words don't flow
quite as nicely as they have
before, the reality is
four is a pipe dream for me
four is exactly half
four is fleeting
it's the smile or the deep breath
between the eight and the nine. 
it is almost peace
which is all i can ask for
right now i'm looking down
at four
from up here
four looks great.