Nothing wields more power than nothing
Weightless, shapeless
It should bear no threat
A vacuum
A pocket of air only given shape
From the something that surrounds it, but
To do nothing
To say nothing
To be … nothing
Creates something
Something that each morning must be folded up and
carefully put away as if it were nothing
Author Anne Farrer is a poet, essayist and self-proclaimed critic-at-large. She lives by the sea and dreams about a certain crow.
When you dream your teeth are falling out like crumbled almonds what do you do? You write a poem about it and post it on your website.
This short poem combines sound and myth to imagine a boat at sea experiencing a tempestuous squall.
A visual poem about the medicine of cedar weaving seeping in, under the fingernails and into the heart.
With respect and acknowledgement that I work and reside on the unceded traditional territory of the K’ómoks First Nation, the traditional keepers of this land.
© Anne Farrer 2023 All rights reserved.
