Blank

When life feels too significant

Too large and too evident

Silence is the primary audience

A pause between words or

The lack of words

Tightly hung between lips

The Upanishads written by nobody

The constitution with no author

The bible by anonymous

The space called source

A sublime and sacred sea

Of scattered offerings

Where every hand that reaches below the surface

Pulls out something different

Reel in the rainbow trout’s song

Summon the siren’s mystic story

Cup the poetry of water

It’s everywhere, it’s everywhere.