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

October 12, 2009