of which one is full, awaiting
a virgin blossom
to unbalance the abundance.
the room is quiet, as if we are
part of the plan,
planted, pressed, bound, blessed.
the empty receives attention.
a leaf flutters, please,
more light. in the shade
of fear, Queen Anne’s Lace speaks,
in time the roots will grow.
the empty is accurately placed,
carefully touched
by its shadow.
we happen to agree
on going back to the first day
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of imagination, where each leaf
is light, and empty is full.
Chengru He is the author of “M O月 N,” a book of poems, and " I Would Vanish into Its Stronger Existence," a hybrid memoir.
This poem appears in the April 2025 issue of Deseret Magazine. Learn more about how to subscribe.