I am a space within an outline. You are too.
Some people fill the space with the same thing
day after day: that’s character. I pick up
this, then some other thing. I put them down.
Tides flood through me and withdraw again
Provocative, angry tenderness, honest
This verse – my ears surrendering
becoming evolved – to the unborn.
Other times, I enjoy the empty space
between my ears, let musics play
in the silence there, coloured lines weave shapes
on the plain background, enjoy my role
as medium, like canvas, like a flute.
Between musics and poetry is best
Just to relax from the execution of the tune
and be a virtuous nothing,
a good empty space.