Empty
by Philip Mackenzie
There is a space between a crevice
Located between two rocks and a stone
In a dried up river where no one likes to go.
In this space there is nothing
As far as the eye can see.
This is not to say that that is a bad thing,
Nothing is good, it keeps me sane.
Silent and uncluttered
This space offers the one thing that nothing can:
Nothing.
There are not plants, no living things,
Just bare-bone rock and a little bit of stone.
There is no sound in this space
And only light that breaks between.
Pure. Joyous. Emptiness.
The small amount of light that breaks in
Glints off of small particles of nothing
Showing me the slow tidal wave
Of nothing that never seems to crash
Because nothing has nowhere to go.