Dogs 2010

EMPTY FIST
(2/18/10)


I see nothing

I hear nothing

I am frustrated

angry

I suddenly
reach out
through the
sheets
toothpaste
parking brake
security system
emails
employees
news reports
traffic lights
workouts
walks
meals
movies
family
books
and bed
again

I stretch
my skinny arm
back through
the past
grope about
the present
and clutch
for the future

I strain
to the sky
into outer space
past the Moon
planets
and Mr. Sun

I float
through the cosmos
searching
for a hint
of meaning
and clarity

at the extent
of my grasp
I fold
my fingers
tightly
in a desperate
ball of need

then
I pull back
to here and now
holding my shaking hand
near an ear
to listen
for evidence
of capture

nothing
but
quiet

I put
more pressure
on my grip
hoping
to divine a diamond
from the vacuum
contained

I relax
and open
only to see
a sweaty face
in my mirrored
palm

fingertips
to keyboard
I record
the
result