Emptiness
Phillip Whitman Elvrum
4. EMPTINESS
More emptiness I said,
and more, and more.
When someone asked me
what was in my bag
I said More emptiness.
Where the house is not
is where the room is.
The rest of the volcano
is sky.
More emptiness again
and more, and more.
But what about the lives
that we have lived
and all the buildings
and poems we made?
I see you.
We are two black holes
in a vast night.
A van in neutral
rolling down a hill
unoccupied.
More emptiness again
and more, and more.
I stood next to the river
and threw a large sheet
of glass
as far as I could in.
The way the water
was cut in two,
the sword in sky
was mind only
forming this one thought:
emptiness