Thursday, April 9, 2015

Filling Space

The void left when a poem is finished
is only a human emptiness,
as big as our egos.

If we think we have to fill it,
it is impossible.

But if we know that every atom
is infinite,
is eternal,

then we simply listen.
Each one will whisper to us
its epic poem.

1 comment:

  1. I am so loving your poems. I look forward to my daily dose.