what does it mean to be empty
and what does it mean to be full?
empty air
over the still glass
surface of the pond
empty belly
geese make
full-throated calls,
expectant
on a monday after the clocks change–
magic hour of daylight
missing hour of sleep
banks empty
still winter-brown
the fluttering sound
of a goose
drinking from the pond
she glides across
empty water, swirling,
then still
after her passing
the park full
of people stunned
at the way winter falls away
the playground full
of children shouting
in foreign tongues
pen drops from my hand
over the empty boulder
into the clear water
rests on the empty bottom
my womb, empty again
this moment
full of silence
this mind
full of the moment
blessed
empty
Garden of Words 
“geese make
full-throated calls,
expectant” – is wonderful!
I really like this poem, it reads so well. 🙂
full of emptiness!
Oh soooooo nice!:) Love it.
Thanks for the kind words, guys!
this is beautiful…love the touches…the empty pond, the goose, the full playground…you capture serenity well…i just want to breathe it in…
the notice you are getting late from dverse, is it the email notification? trying to figure out how to help…we keep it open 33 hours, from tuesday night (here) thrue wednesday and just trying to figure out what notice is late…
Hi Brian:
Thanks so much for the kind feedback!
The late notice about your open list is entirely my fault. But now that I know you post on Tuesday nights, perhaps I can set up a tickler to remind me to visit the blog. Are you on Pacific Time? As I said in my most recent comment, I’m very happy to have found DVerse Poets. My Vassar education has given me standards but my own experience has given me an abhorrence for literary snobbery. You guys seem to have found the sweet spot between the two extremes. Huzzah!
~ Okelle