Almost Nothing

Majestic in nature, miniscule in size

Ethereal stature we simply surmise

Essence of eons, invisible jot

Elusive chalice where living is wrought

Wee wink of wonderment, gargantuan gasp

Half-breath allotment that no one can clasp

Intangible, all-consuming chrysalis

Warrior’s weapon and motherhood’s kiss

You fill the ages like drops fill a sea

Weeping in fathoms of fancied filigree

Almost your nothingness dares me to laugh

You sign my forehead with your autograph

Over and over your phantom parade

Silvers sun-sparkles; flicker-escapade

Dreamer’s cornucopia, miser’s lament

Everything, almost nothing…ah, little moment

© Janet Martin