Improvisation on a Theme of Absolute Absence
by Gary Hardaway
Everything is conceivable except nothing.
Nothing confounds the senses
accustomed, as they are, to lightning,
thunder, the scent of rainfall,
and the feel of hard wind on soft skin.
Nothing can't be tasted nor weighed.
Perhaps nothing has never existed;
perhaps something always has
and likes to tease the mind
with the notion of its opposite.