Vacated Space
The deciduous year
attenuates
draws thin
my insubstantial resolve
What, beyond a certain grief
can I make of this?
Is not the failure in the striving itself?
What marks the way
between efforting and too easy acceptance?
beyond the failed dialogue between recrimination and defense?
The year contracts
Ah!
Vacated Space again
at once
a stark statement of emptiness
and the quantum paradox of concurrent fullness
What remains?
non-striving stillness
awaiting
'not so much information, but transformation'*
and silence
silence born of profound listening.
Joan Poelvoorde
*Rabbi David Ingber
poem by Joan Woodbridge
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