4

We are that four – like Shakespeare’s and Lear’s women –
indefatigable, combined; two of us are sharp,
one wayward, one looking the other way.
But we are form. We are the building blocks of
space – we get things done.
We build spires and domes, we dance in
steps of two plus two. We never stop.
We’re not nice. We don’t pretend to be.
But we look ahead.
We triangulate the options. If we are three,
then that leaves one – one Cordelia to their unity,
one that sits out the dance while the others hurtle,
one that seeks to act while the others falter.