Joy Ladin
EVERYTHING AND NOTHING
So hard to be everything right now
and so hard not to be, so hard to be
a circle of skin and time
when outside you there are boots
and stars and oranges
and shimmering, twisted trees and inside you
there is nothing, a void
you have taken and mistaken
for a soul, holding on
in the blazing manyness of morning
to the nothing
that is the one thing
you can't lose, the heart,
in fact, of everything
whose voice, seductive and terrifying,
invites you to surrender
the total loss
that beats inside you like a heart, the heart
that empties and fills with the blood
of everything that flows
through your body, through the morning, through the trees.