much ado

an incredible amount of nothing
from breakfast to bed -
nothing to be done about nothing.

it feels all right that way.

the job.
the sorrow.
the word.
the mother's milk.

grind up the days like
herbs in a medicine bowl,
turning the mallet until there is
nothing
but powder.

and then something shows.
it comes from nowhere. almost.
a tuft of cottony seed on the breeze.
a seed from a pod. a drip from
a faucet. a fetus from the
womb.
always small from large.
always something from
nothing.

an incredible amount of nothing
is all right. it pays the bills,
doctors up the moment. this is
fair enough
reasoning for all things. it happens.
it happened.
                   it will happen again.
    all for nothing.
just the way it should be.