hollow, a strange word: a poem
hollow—
what a strange and beautiful
word, so lovely and yet
so lonely.
hollow: a cozy hole in the roots of
a great tree; a feeling in your stomach;
wind blowing through a skull, or
the sound of a bird crying out
on an empty city street at 1 AM.
do you know what hollowness feels
like? there are many kinds; the kind
that shakes in your chest the way
that a blade of grass shivers in the wind,
the kind that sits in your stomach like
a hollow stone, wind blowing through it.
when i feel hollow, i will imagine
i am a hollow, curling into the base
of a great mossy tree and resting
there, waiting for the rain
to fill me.