Gaps

Please mind your gaps, says the poet-gardener of gaps. Poems are gaps between words, their long stretching adding further gaps. The gaps are an emptiness between words like the milk between the stars on a dark night.

O chestnut tree, are you the leaf, blossom or the bole? Asks poet of a chestnut in a jam jar,planted on the very day of his birth. The chestnut dances in the wind and the poet does not know dance from the dancer.