And Nothing At All

Like wine in storage,

The cellar of my perception ages

Buried deep in its recesses

The past and future abandoned

  —time no longer the vintner

 

Fermenting in the immediacy

Of the chosen instant

And distilling in the perfection

Of the perpetual present

  —the moment reopens

 

       Bringing with it everything

          —and nothing at all

 

(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: January, 2014)

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