Visions
Emptiness
Emptiness
is a very strange thing.
A very young man
looks at a model house,
it is empty because
no one lives there.
Nothing remarkable.
Then he lives all by himself
in a house he inherited.
It is more empty than he would like,
perhaps a wife and child,
to share it with?
And, then, later in life
he lives alone in an empty house.
This is a house full
of non-supernatural ghosts:
The image of a wife who greeted
him at the door when he got home,
who spoke just so,
who twined the morning glory
vines around the back door,
who stood at the stove,
cooking their meals
in a warm, homy kitchen,
It was her deft touch
and the light in her eyes
which made it warm.
How empty, beyond
all emptiness,
is that empmtiness!
is a very strange thing.
A very young man
looks at a model house,
it is empty because
no one lives there.
Nothing remarkable.
Then he lives all by himself
in a house he inherited.
It is more empty than he would like,
perhaps a wife and child,
to share it with?
And, then, later in life
he lives alone in an empty house.
This is a house full
of non-supernatural ghosts:
The image of a wife who greeted
him at the door when he got home,
who spoke just so,
who twined the morning glory
vines around the back door,
who stood at the stove,
cooking their meals
in a warm, homy kitchen,
It was her deft touch
and the light in her eyes
which made it warm.
How empty, beyond
all emptiness,
is that empmtiness!
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