5

5 is alive. 5 is happiness.
5 is a dream, a syncopation of the rhythm.
5 is witchcraft and pentacle.
5 is pentagon and power, pride
and hubris.
5 is when the options over-multiply
and its hard to see the way, when
goal and strategy dislocate
and disarray.
There is always something odd here,
something that does not sit easy.
5 is the five-pointed star,
that shone bright in the blank, unlooking fields
of Lublin and Cracow, and sputtered at times
in the heat of the sun.