Tonight, with Nothing
Tonight, with nothing to say, with all the absent things
crowding around me like a teapot with a parade
of friendly continental guards and crows encircles
tea from China, with all present concerns poured
into an empty cup and spilled for good luck
before drinking, with a mild wind from the south
whispering threats in another language to the last
of the hard-packed plowed snow on the streets,
I remind myself of nothing, and the long envelopment,
and the cup filling with jasmine and spring, and earth.
Thanks for this full and beautiful cup, Jeff.
You are welcome anytime, Ann. Glad you paid a visit tonight.
Jeff, I’m sorry, but with me still chaffing about my 5-haiku sextet, can’t you have the common decency to write a real clunker for a change? HAHAHAHA (jk)
This is so subtle and soothing and calm… a good poem to envelop oneself in!
Thanks C. It took writing the poem to get to that space.
Understated, calm, with a hint of unsettlement… you very much capture the disparity between the silence inside and the noise outside. Lovely.