how can I write a poem
when there are no words
at the bottom of my barrel,
I might share how depleted and dizzy I feel
but to what end
wait a minute, do I see a crack in my barrel
a wee one, smack in the middle
of the floor of all creativity
and do I see a few delightful bubbles
circling that crack, the one I forgot was there
the one without beginning and end
the one that glistens just enough to moisten my memories
reminding me I am never completely empty
only resting on the burner of humility and gratitude
I can barely move, silence, except
for the hum of electricity and His voice
reverberating in my almost empty body.
a.c.tomasulo