The sea laps at empty
shorelines.
Rocks cast empty shadows.
Tree leaves fall through empty space.
Ground swells erupt across empty fields.
The faceless moon speaks of empty origins
the billion year story.
Wheat and corn stalks gather snow flakes
from an empty blue sky.
Where is this?
A cylindrical vessel floats off
the coast hitting a large rock with
each rolling wave.
The size of a city bus
I see the setting sun
through the other side.
And nothing within.
No seat, no lights, no buttons –
no one.
The surface feels like glass
or carbon fiber.
Warm to the touch, it is
silent and still.
Further out basking
in the rising sun’s light path
pink cubes rest just
above the surface.
I look around, down the coast,
up the path, at the ground beneath
my feet.
Is this a dream?
