on the corner
they are building a new house
where last year there was dirt
across the highway
they are building a new city
where used to be a field
my children,
they are building bodies–
brains, and skin, and muscles–
but I remember
when there was no “them” at all
the more gets built
the harder it becomes
to imagine openness, and emptiness,
and nothingness
(although it used to be)
deep inside me,
I am building a new person
someone who has not yet claimed
the place where nothing was
poem (c) 2015 D. Ohlandt
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