Speaking of Nothing
Slowly, she turned her head
nothing there that she could see
only stillness and a lovely feeling.
“Hello Nothing, and what have you
come to tell me today,” the woman said.
“How may I help you — or is it that
you’ve come to help me?”
Still nothing (but love) in the silence.
She (being human and all) went on
cheerfully chatting with nothing.
“What? What do you want?”
Nothing said nothing, of course.
In the silence, the day softened even more.
The woman smiled.
What had touched her was “nothing.”
What she felt in her heart was everything.