In recognition of Poetry Month, and to celebrate and highlight our treasure trove of Orcas Island poets, Orcas Issues is pleased and honored to again offer daily poetry during April.
Nothing is lost
— Margie Doyle —
Yes it is
What is the nothing that is lost?
Where can it be found?
The innocence of nothing
Unshaped, amorphous, blank slate, unformed
Who finds the nothing that is lost?
Who even thinks to look for it?
When will we start looking for nothing?
Apathy, purity, knowing, being possessed by nothing
But nothing, the beautiful blank slate
The quiet mind, the spare room
Oh nothing, come back
Bore me with your empty days
The integrity of your nothingness
Beguiling me, quieting me with —
Nothing
When will we freely lose nothing and celebrate with the announcement,
The happy announcement,
“Nothing is lost?”
What will the search party look like to find nothing?
How will they know when nothing is found?
What does nothing look like?
How does nothing act?
Where can you get another nothing?
You who are no longer a virgin to nothing?
Was nothing kidnapped?
Did it want to be lost?
Like a child who vanishes into the woods,
…..Perhaps to turn feral
…..Perhaps to crawl into a hole, never to be seen again
…..To turn into ashes, to dust, to dirt?
To nothing
Is nothing lost if we don’t seek it?
Does nothing want to be found?
The promise of nothing,
Totally fulfilled
What fun! Thanks, Margie. Now when I think about nothing, it will feel like something (but still amount to nothing).
Thanks for Nothing!
Oh nothing, please, please come back…