Not quite empty, in one corner of the room
A low table holds glass teapots and tiny cups
Flanking the door is a small futon chair
A mirror is propped in another corner
Candles provide most of the light
Which gleams off hardwood floors
And unadorned birdshell walls
The simple emptiness creates a calm space
Where it’s easy to breathe freely
In the almost emptiness of simplicity
David Trudel © 2013
