Filling The Void

….every moment with everything,

bottomless, like a waterfall from

every direction coming into mind

instantaneously: the tenement stairs,

cherry trees in blossom,

the last line of a message,

when you realize you need

to pull over,

on the lake…sun going down…

full moon rising….

Excelsior, most of it, to

keep what seems important

buffered, underlined against

the void, the truth, the change….

the illusionist’s flutter that makes

the dream seem real.