Empty Space

Somebody has dimmed the lights

and turned down the volume

just a notch,

and there’s an empty space

in the air hereabouts;

a large empty space

that somehow dilutes

as it fills.

But the images that repopulate it

stick like glue:

Big hands, big face

big smile, big heart;

(to name a few),

recycling his memory

with every breath.

And sometime soon

on a day much like this

when the light is dim

and the air seems thin,

the space around us

will fill again like oxygen

and we will

know him still.

(In memorandum MW)

John H Davies

7th January 2011