Nothing.

I wrote a poem about nothing.  Not in the spirit of George's idea for a show about nothing, but rather, nothing as it pertains to something.  Something really important.
Why a poem?  I'm not sure.  Because it's (I'm) emotional, I guess. 
Of course, there's  always a back story:  I was inspired by a friend who, at his surprise, needed immediate open heart surgery.  I wanted to send something, give them something. 

I asked what the family needed.  His wife said, “Nothing.  We have everything that is important to us.”  He’s alive. 

Of course, friendship and support go a long way.  But things?  Things leave much to be desired.

So here it is..

Pow!

A moment of panic scrambles in, but leaves

As the light of realization reveals:  I need nothing

It’s all here

with me

now

In loving memory of Kim M.