The Vast Void of Infinity
Darkness is
Not enough
To fill it,
And stars
Are not enough
To light it.
And I'm told
Sound cannot
Be heard in it.
So, if God
Laughs, He must
Laugh quietly.
And sometimes
At night, some quiet
Hope makes me smile.
The Trees In My Yard
Are not young.
I've seen them
Year after year
And know that
They were here
Long before I saw them.
But each spring
They have new blossoms
That grow into
New leaves in summer.
As snow is melting,
I look at my hands,
Wonder if water might
Make life spring
From the ends of them.
Playing A Song
I've a tin whistle
I've never played.
All the music
It is capable of
Sits inside a drawer.
I've thought about
Taking it out,
Breathing into it,
Moving my fingers
Up and down over
Its oval openings.
I might play a song
Simply terribly, badly.
But that possibility
Is not any worse
Than certain silence.