Four little words.

I never noticed it to be four until now.
The number I’ve long held as fortuitous.
Unsuspecting pairs woven together by chance.

Once the number inscribed on my catcher’s jersey.

Later something I’d count off the letters to words in pairs while walking or waiting, counting passing street signs, cracks in the sidewalk. Grouping them together into 1,2,3 4 to study their similar qualities.

A number I’d continue to choose to carry with me like a talisman divinely given at birth.

And now a question posed that honors the pair of we. You. Me. Gathered together by this ancient river, swimming these currents as they ebb and flow. Catching 1, 2, 3, 4 moments like eddies on this infinite journey as we go.

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