For an hour and a half, my son and I
create emptiness. All those places
where there was snow
on the drive and the walk,
we shovel them until there’s a long,
sinewy swath of absence.
It is deeply satisfying,
this moving of matter
from one place to another,
creating a path, a way.
When we are done, we lean
on our shovels and revel
in what is missing. We high five
and smile and feel as if we’ve really
accomplished something together.
How oddly full I feel
after this effort of emptying.
How many paths in me
are waiting to be exposed?
imaginative, effective metaphor….congrats!
thank you … i am always so interested in Nothing 🙂
ooooh, leaves me wanting more. Love that you ‘saw’ something else as well as the shared love of two people focusing on a task x
thank you … it was a special time, despite the fact it was “work”