Emptiness.
Writers populate it with words,
sculptors with objects
in three dimensions.
The photographer’s viewfinder
locates, focuses, frames
tableaux invisible to all but him.
A chef’s empty bowls,
blank canvas in a studio,
the silent concert hall,
fallow fields
to be filled to the artist’s taste;
designed to please
her eye, his hand, their palate,
the senses
filled for an instant or the ages.
Art fills the empty space,
and makes us whole.
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