when there is nothing

When There is Nothing

By Ben Nardolilli

At first, I was excited, I saw

That we could make one out of the two,

And how all our surplus parts

Have a purpose,

That’s why I finally stopped walking

And sat down to read the directions

I may have translated them incorrectly

They made you into a source,

Not the current itself,

And so I saw myself as a source too,

We needed to keep the river,

Instead, we dammed it all night and day

Here, in the safety of retrospect,

Everything is set and ready to proceed,

I just need another source,

Someone close by

Who is willing to let me flow

So these directions make some sense

Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, The Northampton Review, Local Train Magazine, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is trying to publish a novel.

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