SPACE  (10-10-96, Galveston Island, Texas)

 
upon  
and from  
this  
blank pages  
space  
like an empty  
room  
i enter  
to sit down    
in and    
face  
the waiting    
pressure  
of an hour  
or so  
to pass  
in silence  
and patience  
do i support  
its empty space  
or somehow  
violate it  
fill it  
with  
thoughts  
and words    
or keep it  
hollow  
and empty  
action  
or inaction  
something  
or nothing  
is its space  
something  
i can shape  
mold    
or transform  
or is it  
a moment  
i can unfold  
to make  
a subtle  
or perhaps  
more  
profound  
event of  
or maybe    
only an even  
more deeply  
meaningless void  
of  
instead  
in any case  
whatever i may  
choose to do    
its space  
becomes  
the container  
of me  
from the time  
i first  
enter  
and from    
then on  
thereafter  
the moment    
i leave  
with whatever  
scratchmarked words  
i also    
might  
leave behind  
so if    
the space    
becomes    
the container  
of me  
as i propose  
do i likewise  
become  
the space  
at the same    
time  
in return  
for i merely  
entered its empty    
room  
just a few  
moments  
ago  
but somehow  
its page
mysteriously  
now  
is no longer  
empty  
nor so obviously  
blank  
any more