Reveal

A Poem

The things we don’t say the attention we don’t get

the voids that walk around inside of us as we walk around

pretending they do not exist; the blackholes that must have come along with the stardust

in the whole making of life the creation process that took us from slime to ooze to monkey to this

put a wedge of loss into us put a slice of alienation

put an inability to feel whole — we walk around, full of holes, full of rocks, full of dusty stars

trying to push ourselves into the black holes, the screaming voids, the loss of others

all damn day every damn day

we bump into each other’s voids and we pretend it was something else

small talk getting coffee

crossing the street please and thank you

no, it’s okay I’m fine really —

it is void upon void and they don’t stack they fall

into each other they do not add or subtract they just are

immeasurable immovable

generational

they say meditate and attract and manifest this thing says try me, try it girl

the only complete circle, the only spreading blob like source and force round and round and round perfection

is this void that we think we can somehow fill

heads up: it is insatiable and mean greedy slob of a thing

we lay on our yoga mats, namaste, namaste it just takes a nap and waits

for us to go outside and bump into another void,

my void see’s your void, we see the void in each other —

we bump and brush into another reminder, that it, revealed, again and again —

is always here, and doing fine.

Jenny Justice is a poet mom who longs to bring poetry to life in ways that spark empathy, connection, joy, and feeling. She loves writing love poems, climate change awareness poems, poems for kids, and of course, poems about poetry and poets. You can follow her on Medium and at Jenny Justice, Writer. You can follow her poetry at Justice Poetic.