- Vol. 10
- Chapter 12
Image by Marc Schlossman
Nothing
"what are you weighing?"
asked the sun
the wide blue sky answered
“nothing
because in the silence
after bird calls
in the blank
after you’re gone
nothing will be our captain
nothing
has no boundaries
is a stranger to clouds
has not heard of blue
finds no romance in a river’s laughter
watches beaches crumble at its touch
will not grow grass
or respect architecture
evades seasons
deflects time
nothing to see here
some might say
but then out of nothing,
eager as a hillside,
will stride a poem
Nothing
nothing is one end
and also
the only beginning
and so I weigh it
advisedly”
and the sun smiled
like it knew all along