(a triple-nonet for a triple-nonet type of day)
Today seems like it’s the perfect time
to play with nines and their nine-ness:
perfect groups of threes, bundled
in three more groups besides:
three by three by three
two and seven
tidily
summed up
there.
Maybe it’s because I love numbers
just as much as I cherish my words
that I sit and ponder the
poetry of the nines,
their looping back on
one another
all back to
number
nine,
that I see number twenty-seven
and my mind begins to deconstruct
one number, then two, then three
(it’s all about the threes)
calculating awe,
counting wonder,
in every
magic
sum.
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 
I love nonets, and I love your nonets about numbers. Your ending makes me want to think more about numbers.
Thanks! Honestly? I think about numbers all the time. I dig patterns and counting, and the way numbers weave together. There’s poetry in it for me…
Nine is the gateway to double digits. It’s a nine-patch block in a quilt pattern. Let’s hear it for the number “9”.
Lainie, your brain is magical. There’s no other word for it. Just like nine itself…I remember being embarrassingly old before I knew the “magic nines” trick, which awed me. It is, accordingly, one of my favorite numbers. The nonets flow like a charm and I am reminded, again, that the universe and everything in it are made of numbers. Poetry lifts the curtain a bit and says, Don’t you see?