I love the number twenty-seven possibly
because I was born on the 27th day of
August and I love my own birthday and
others’ as well and parties celebrations
anniversaries occasions of all kinds and
I am baffled and displeased by those who
say It’s just another day as if their own
or anyone else’s birth were inconsequential
somehow irrelevant to the fact that here
they are here we are here she is and he is
alive breathing living in the world affecting
others changing the course of things possibly
creating more life, as if to say So what? as if
to suggest that the minutest thises and thats
that occurred at the precise time to create
the exact you that was born on a given day are
nothing of consequence nothing at all and
all of it is nothing at all at least nothing to
be remarked upon acknowledged or even noticed.
Well, I am against it.