I don’t know what to write about

but write I’ll do the same.

It’s time I wrote a poem or two

but nothing calls out by name.

Then that’s what I’ll write about,

nothing and nothing more.

Time to honor nothingness,

and the wisdom behind its door.

Enter gently into this dark night

of not a thing to be or see,

where nothing lies beyond the bend

to suddenly frighten or hinder me.

Nothing to take away my light

or brighten my darkest day,

nothing to tease and taunt me

then just as suddenly go away.

So nothingness, I salute you

for letting me simply be—

no more, no less, under duress

and undefined by destiny.

(c) alaurilee

Lauri Halterman