Life’s triangles pencil themselves;
And, variation is a trope abundant
With these gems of triune-sided geometry.
Such triads transcend chapters of a reference book,
Overflowing onto pages paving existence.
Yet, while probability reckons ternions
To take any delectable form desired,
There is one, the holy trinity,
A triangle of sides most symmetrical,
Perfect in shape (and rarely ever come across)-
The equilateral triangle.
Scalene triangles: I am a friend to thee,
More of a friend to him than I am to thee,
While he is less a friend to thee
Than he is a friend to I.
Isosceles triangles: you are my best of best friends,
And she is my best of best friends;
I look to each of you as the disparate and unique,
Remarkably individual persons that you are,
But I cannot forbade the heart’s displacement
Of evened divide, pouring my life’s liquid
Lovingly upon you both.
Nonetheless, and while I dream it untrue,
You to she and she to you
Are not but as close as a man to his everyday stranger
Or that stranger to a stranger’s acquaintance.
Man is always a leg in some triangle,
Albeit situated in a triple all his own-
Oft scalene or isosceles
For equilateral is the bashful brother form.
Words of caution before I proceed:
The leg one plays is delicate in its very plasticity.
This moment, the angle between two legs
May be acute, right, or obtuse;
The next moment… angles have rotated,
And the triangle holding friendship together shifts.
Breakage even finds the one-degree change a culprit.
Hence, the equilateral form is hardest to sustain.
I was lucky; I had stumbled upon the likes
Of a mathematical four-leaved clover-
The unicorn believed to be real
But forever doubted.
I found myself at ease,
A position most energetically favorable-
Happy equilibrium of the body, mind, and soul.
The equilateral triangle, with angles of sixty,
Had love echoing off one leg to another.
Line segments of two are common;
Perfect squares… impossible.
Within the equilateral triangle, life lasted,
And to this day, continues lasting.