Numbers Have Personalities

Sometimes when I think of 1 I think of
A man sitting by himself at that one beach shop that no one really goes to
Drinking their special of the day (pinapple mango smoothie)
Staring out at the ocean
And 2 is the number that seems to call out,
Here we are. No one else allowed.
That kind of keep out sign everyone has had tacked up on their clubhouse at some point,
Written in pink sparkly marker that dried out six years ago.
3 is the number that makes me think of spring
And a ladybug picnic
A thunderstorm with three cuddled up in the bed,
Three lightning bugs in a jar,
The perfect balance.
4 is an even square,
Four is dangerous.
Four could become two.
Four different personalities,
Four feisty fiends. 
5 is that one kid who sits in the middle of the seesaw and glances around at everyone,
Then runs home. 
Five is the kind of hot drink that warms you to your toes.
6 is a beach party,
Towels tossed in the sand,
Flip-flops thrown everwhere.
Six is even and playful and fabulous.
7 is quiet.
Sometimes it disappears.
Sometimes seven is a silouhette of people sitting on the dock,
Splashing their feet in the water,
Leaning their heads on each other's shoulders.
Seven is thoughtful and a smile in a cold evening.
8 is serious work.
That kind when you sit at your computer for so long you start to tear your hair out,
But then you run outside and splash yourself with cold water straight in the face
And laugh out loud.
Eight is sweet and deep.
9 is almost there,
Really, they were so close,
But they fell while jumping too high.
Nine is squinting your eyes straight into the sun (even when you know you shouldn't.)
10 is cinnamon cookies on Christmas Eve,
Ten is the family playing Apples to Apples and rolling on the floor laughing,
Then going to bed and dreaming of something funny to tell in the morning
Over bacon and eggs.
Ten is the queen of happiness.