THREE POEMS
The Quality of Nothing (After This Nothing Happened)
“Why is there something rather than nothing?” feels disingenuous, on an ontological level, because we think of even nothing as something.
I think of nothing as empty space in all directions. But emptiness, darkness, is something.
It feels like we’d need some light to see the darkness; we’d need some time to see the space. (Nothing happened before this, because no thing happens in no time.)
It feels like, if space were transparent, we’d have to see something through it on the other side. But nothing has no sides.
The question is, why is there something or nothing?
Why that nothing, instead of some other, under-nothing?
Which is more frightening, nothing or
