The Empty Page (I)

No, not at all, no
Is not really ever empty at all, no
For it is always filled with the myriad ongoing reverberating rhythms
Of the fallen and of the falling trees within it, as well as
The endlessly varying environmental echoes all around it mixed in with
the changing sounds of the many different people, who have lived, walked,
hunted, were born, are dying or died, and were buried among the various trees
Since the various trees and humans have one way or the other always co-existed on
the face of the dynamic earth
The Empty Page (I)
No, not at all, no
Is not really ever empty at all, no
Notwithstanding, whatever it is, you may believe to be seeing or even
Imagining on it.

©Gregory Gilbert Gumbs

©Gregory Gilbert Gumbs