Zero
Zero I got nothing as a starting point nothing packed with everything so much so that each thing lost meaning. Back to zero. Insistent green insistent sun old creek turning away the curious with mirrors and wind pointing the way from every direction. Time to jump set off fall into the potent O of rabbit holes the vast O of my empty womb my big glasses the ecstasy of old age. Look (before you leap) close enough and there is only space. from Readings, S. Robbins
Sherry Robbins 