February 8, 2020Poem
Hold the clock
lossgriefnaturememorytime
Hold the clock
Stop the world
If I step off
What will I see
What mischief
Will be waiting
There are no turtles
Swimming in sorrow
For their lost burden
Searching for a shoreline
As proof of redundancy
Nothing is a concept
Without experience
Fill the void
With meaning
It will eat me up
Trying to explain
What creation looks like
On the outside
Looking in
Finding is not easy
When nothing can be found
There are no short answers
Even long answers are in short supply
No one knows
What to do
Tomorrow
When the earth stands still
Do we fall off
And if we do
How deep is the fall
Where will we land
What do we become
In a black hole
When ‘nothing’
Is an anomalous construct
We can never know