Light lowering, but never gone.
Fading into evidence
A moon.
Heat hovering cold, but never gone
Changing its constitution—
with intention.
The gust of wind,
Sends it all astir.
Scents, seeds, and debris bustle by;
Late for a date with the everyday life,
of nothing.

A droplet,
lands to the left of a barren dandelion’s
stem.
Then another to its right.
the omen of a full aerial attack;
Clouds ever growing, dismounting the sky as to fully enclose the claustrophobic.
Pour hate and love in one action,
life and death in one moment.
The once hoary flower is a casualty,
the last battle its stem could defend.
Yet, it lives on.
In the children it sent soaring,
to their destinies,
of nothing.

A gust of wind sending the clouds to their next assignment,
Temperature rising with the sun,
The light sheds hope on all those summoned to life,
While a whirlpool puddle flushes the remains.

Life.
We come from nothing then decay to nothing,
From nothing, comes everything.
Life.