ABOUT EMPTINESS (E A D F G E)
About emptiness, I know you felt it. But in the kitchen you could not describe it.
And you just cried all afternoon. The windows sighed and swallowed you.
And they could hardly recall your reflection.
About emptiness, it eats your insides. But if you look around you’ll see it’s alright.
See the trees and their dead leaves. They are blowing down the street.
And they’ll be cold and bare for at least a few months. We’ll be cold and bare until spring comes.
We haven’t done wrong. So why do we feel bad? The morning is yawning through the clouds. It’s turning, it’s teaching. I have nothing to say.
About emptiness, it makes you wonder how unlikely it is that the sun comes back up. How unlikely it is we can even see it. How unlikely it is.