Reading spaces, writing spaces, too

Reading spaces, writing spaces, too;
living spaces, spaces to fill in
with anything you want, anything you
could possibly imagine. Moving in

a space, I stand and rest upon the earth
that turns in nothing—silence—spaces
in between the notes. Remembered phrases,
sentences and units of meaning,

the sound of it. The air space up above
resounds with thunder, the articulated
clouds weave verse. I have you in the space

my mouth makes when a vowel's moving through
it in a rush. In fact, the space I'm in
is nothing but you within and without.