Algo O Nada

the poem
is a small
imperfect interruption
of space

it can be filled
or emptied
of its innards
on a whim

it exists
at the will of others
it waits
at the will of others

it will carry on
all by itself
parched, dusty
until someone

comes along
breathes the words out loud
makes it a poem again
and closes the page