Quintessence

Polish immigrant tobacco farmers, 1940 (Getty Museum
Polish immigrant tobacco farmers, 1940 (Getty Museum)

Because, now and then, for the well being of your soul, you have to evict the empty diversions, addictive distractions, the noisome bile, and ponder, in the brief space exhumed by an image, a note of music, a spiraling leaf, a stranger’s touch, a kindness, a child’s wonder, or Earthshine married to sliverous Moon, in this volume of relief, this anomalous bliss, this sudden expanse of silence—how is it that we, somehow, have willingly mongered purposeful calm for mindless glitter, mere noise?—and reflect on the inverse of nothing.

Comet C/2011 L4 (Pan-STARRS) and crescent Moon, 2013-03-12 19:25 MST
Comet C/2011 L4 (Pan-STARRS) and an Earthshine-lit crescent Moon, 2013-03-12 19:25 MST

 

Thursday Morning

Windows wide,

birds chirping front and back,

Tchaikovsky’s Fourth Symphony

fills the house.

Life could be worse.

 

Null Hypothesis

I write

Into the void.

Transient, ephemeral, aperiodic,

Sharp.

 

Null hypothesis. By assumption

Not significant. You are

Alone. Free. Leap

Into the ether, the abyss —

Into the void.