It’s the empty spaces
my soul craves,
sand-blown desert,
wind-swept glacier,
marshy tundra,
no people
no trees
no cars
no roads
no trails,
and most goddamn definitely
no cell phones,
places
where simplicity
expects nothing,
and the void without
soothes the void within.
Elsewhere,
teeming life
befuddles and confuses
and cares too much
about itself
to notice
other beings
or
that other emptiness,
the one
right here,
right now.
editors note:
We are a lonely planet; filling our emptiness with noise and activity to hold back the void. – mh