Something from Nothing

In the morning I practice the mindful
Nothingness where
Something always
Comes up, yet
It feels like an honest effort to
Over-and-over
Catch myself 
Wandering.

In the afternoon, a darker
Nothingness
Oozes, unbidden from my phone
(Always the phone).
The mindless, bottomless drift 
Towards a stupor of no consequence
Leaves me pithed and pathetic.

So, hereby, I resolve that my afternoon
Nothingness will be
Worth something.
It should
Tick a box from the endless list—
Wash the sheets, or
Harvest the garden, or
Read a book.

In the afternoon, 
My nothingness must make 
Something of itself.



JWW
August 13, 2025