What Others See As Empty Space


My hands contain everything

And yet hold nothing,

My mouth speaks words

No one hears.

The predictions I read

Are just dreams I spin.

The 9 of Spades

flies down

And anchors me to Success,

And then

The King of Clubs

Comes blundering in

And clouds my vision awhile.


am I looking for,

Whom do I wish to find?

The sun swings its light

Back into my picture frame.

I see my arms entwined


Round and round

A landscape of dreams.

What others see as empty space

For me is the Girth of God.