A View of Nothingness
Nothingness casts no shadow
nor leaves a footprint in the sand
and yet is surely there.
It need not mark its territory
with bright graffiti
it has no physical limit.
I came into this world with
an undated ticket to nothingness
pinned to my diaper.
I am to go through the void
to nowhere where nothingness
just might be.
At the silent night I often search for
some clue to this super state
of non-being.
I try to imagine what it would be like
to not have the sunrise rays
come into my bedroom window.
To hear no jazz
nor to .again taste
the red wines in its kiss of the cheese.
To lose voice to greet
or hand to wave
good morning to friends.
And what without friends and flowers
and chores to do
with rewarding sweat.
Nothingness a world without me
neither noticed nor
long missed.
All this I cannot have
it is too much for me
to cope and miss my sleep.
So I have come to believe that
when the dark man with the scythe
comes he will be the docent
to take me to the Big Rock Candy Mountain
My Big Rock Candy Mountain
where the bluebird sings
to the lemonade spring and nothingness disappears.
Doug Minnis 9/12/14