Holding Space

(Poetry) "Deeper down there is hunger, a longing to keep it empty, to bathe in the dark nothing of true quiet."

“Brushing Grass” (2014) 135mm ©Annie Hendrix

When I listen to what's inside
I remember the brushing grass,
the whispering leaves

and the soft wind 
plays my ear 
like a hollow flute

There is a sense of not knowing, 
an empty cup, and I must 
fill it up with aspirations—
I must.

Deeper down there is a hunger, 
a longing to keep it empty, 
to bathe in the dark nothing 
of true quiet

But my hands sweat when 
I think about it, the discomfort 
of holding space

as the soft wind 
plays my ear
like a hollow flute