In memory of Ursula K. Le Guin, may she rest in peace.
It's all we have.
It's all
We have ever had,
No matter
How
We occupy it,
No matter who
Accompanies us.
All of it
Is spare,
Yet full.
Spare time
Is anything
But spare.
If we listen
For what flows
Between the cracks
We will hear
It bubble
In its spareness,
Produce
That burbling sound.
If we look
Between the cracks,
A light glimmers.
We will see
It shine
In its spareness,
Offer
That remarkable color.
Spare time
Is anything
But spare.
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