Its amazing how empty empty can get.
You feel like you've experienced nothing before,
then you're out there your dog chasing your skidoo
and stop and take in a true blank canvas.
You're overwhelmed by that jagged tree line
with so many subtle shades of green,
which, in the past, passed for nothing.
Even in Saskatchewan that wheat field
you peed on with your dog—even that
was a thousand live shifting in the wind
along the rolling hills. Now you try
to picture an emptiness which will bring to life
this sea of snow, frozen in so many waves.
You try and try but come up with nothing.
The absent h in the "ello" when you answered
became to me the focal point of my day.
Recounting my day, while you ate an avocado sandwich
the details became alive for me
only when I shared them with your absence.
You were scared the first time you saw my face
When we advanced our relationship into video chat
and I became real to you.
I was not scared yet
not until just before we met.
I hadn't been afraid of flying for years
but when the plane started down the runway
I had that familiar twist in my gut
which said that things couldn't possibly work out.
Yet I landed, and when I landed there you were,
with a piece of foie gras
And I savored the experience
flesh melting in my mouth
I guess the common theme is the bittersweetness of solitude, or understanding only through negative space. Or perhaps you can tell me some theme I'm missing out on.