Primality Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Take three or five, eleven, seventeen,
or nineteen, twenty-three, or fifty-nine,
each one's unique, content,
complete, serene,
uncrackable
by any known design.
Feel trust, find self,
feel will, find confidence
'gainst fear and doubt and
guilt and being shamed;
the Call, one heart,
a prize, a sense of sense
or face confusion,
lonely, trapped and blamed.
If mommy's breast or
daddy's praise
imports the rush of sex
with birthing's primal force,
perhaps your puppy lost plus
poopie shorts,
a friend's betrayal
combined might be divorce.
Each life's formula
of mysteries
through time.
Seek out, confront,
accept, combine
what’s prime.