Disinherited

Sometimes eyesight runs double.
The result is a fracture of focus,
sure sign of trouble.

I have always kept an eye on the other,
whether nests or hives,
and the other hole in an outhouse.

The result leads to constant surveillance,
the kind of quest
in which
what’s sought after is balance.

Still, I find unstable many threes:
for example, uneven legs on a stool
or the simple triangle of crotch,

and the three bare trees
signifying death by torture and mercy:
how to process these?