empty glass on picnic table
Look at that empty
glass
100% full of air; &
100% full of light
also in there.
That’s two
hundred percent at once
simultaneously
occupying the same space in perfect harmony.
Look at that empty
glass in which
space of totality
seems so central to the glass
but basks borderlessly.
ABOUT THE POET
Ken Goodman synthesizes ecstatic meditation & poetry creation; he does this in Cleveland. He can be reached via kenpgoodman[at]yahoo.com