Your Vortex

Where is the ether of you

You cannot be nowhere
Yet, I cannot find you anywhere

Never by my side
Never to my rescue
Never where I need you
Always, those days and these

I live as a void, a vortex
Forever, a you-shaped yearning

A Poem Found Me

 What?

I wait motionless in silence, hearing nothing but the brush of my hair against the pillow fabric and the casual whirr of traffic beyond the window glass.

I expect the Earth to shake.

Or that waters will well up.

Shall fire sweep in with the wind?

Even still, I prize the void.

(Art credit: “Sacred Rectangle” rock formation; Tiger R., age 7)