What you think is nothing is deciding
which kind of nothing to be today.
It may be the nothing which is calculating how distant she is,
the meaning inside the meaning of far away.
Or the meaning that is nothing on the moon,
This moon data coming to you weekly,
unless you were able to enable the daily
button unconsciously
as you contemplated the nothing of someone else’s poetry.
It could be the dramatic pause in your favorite aria, a nothing
between tears and tears.
It could be the nothing found in the phrase “it’s nothing”
spoken to one who might as well think of it as nothing,
both having failed to speak for so many years.
It could be the nothing called a theft called a translation called a poem of Pound’s.
It could be the nothing of evil better blocked out.
Or a dark morning of rain with murmuring sounds.