Nothing, how I love you.
Nothing in my hands and nothing
in my thoughts. Nothing between
my everything to do.
You are not mountain nor desert, not wild
nor tame. You are equally not juicy, not dry.
There is no anger in you, no sorrow.
There is no hunger, no longing, no need.
And still you are more yes than no.
You are entirely, uncompromisingly
Nothing. The nothing that holds up
the everything else.
Nothing, I have visited you. Felt
the ever expanding reach of you,
felt myself as nothing, infinite
and everywhere and I did not want to return.
Until there was the tiniest thought of me
that pulled me back into this world
of pomegranates and rivers and lavender
and loss. Nothing, I love you. You are everything I am not.
great words……….
I got the gist of how you were going to take Nothing for something more than an abstraction after the first line. It makes a good exploration of the nothing we take for granted, but of course, I enjoyed how you take the word and play with its characteristics. Really, I have nothing to say:>)