The Eloquence of Absence

In poetry, it's the margin

of the page, the space

between images, thoughts.

In barrooms, the sparkle on glassware.

Always, the place where nothing exists,

as if nothing can be said

to exist, or where the truth lies,

were that possible.

It's the absence that counts most.

Like my daughter moving out and when

she comes back home, returns

to her old bed, it's as a guest.

ⓒ 2014