Nothingness

I don’t know what to write about
but write I’ll do the same.
It’s time I wrote a poem or two
but nothing calls out by name.

Then that’s what I’ll write about,
nothing and nothing more.
Time to honor nothingness,
and the wisdom behind its door.

Enter gently into this dark night
of not a thing to be or see,
where nothing lies beyond the bend
to suddenly frighten or hinder me.

Nothing to take away my light
or brighten my darkest day,
nothing to tease and taunt me
then just as suddenly go away.

So nothingness, I salute you
for letting me simply be—
no more, no less, under duress
and undefined by destiny.