Of Nothingness

This molten moment
meanders past the mind
hot and dreaming of morning.

It is possible,
from the place you are sitting
near the window,
to touch the face of some mordant comment
with generous thoughts.

The heat of this cup of kindness
is enough to release the madness
that has been trapped
in the spaces between your fingers
while gripping the edges of something
that looks like sanity.

Confusion is a word you have used
and know as well as the lines on your face.
You are a mirror
that will not let go
of the images of too much
of nothingness
and grief.