Different Kinds of Happy


I felt them on my gums as a child:
Hard, slippery holes between teeth
As they were, one by one,
Mercilessly uprooted.
Fragile, I learned early
The feeling of emptiness–
Voids in conversation,
Warm breeze between friends,
Or eye-drifting stillness between acquaintances.

And sprawled across the night sky,
Stars explode and twinkle,
Heedlessly accustomed to light years.

So I’m left with one conclusion:
Blankness isn’t worthless
Or meaningless
(Though it’s easy to despise).
Maybe this theory will help:
Space makes hope that much more magnificent,
Gives room for growth and change,
Gifts meaning to words,
Rhythm to music,
Keeps stars from colliding.
But what I wouldn’t give sometimes to
Close    the    gap.

This entry was published on June 25, 2014 at 4:16 am and is filed under Life. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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