There is a nothingness that enters the “that it is at all,” and this is not a relative nothing marking a finite process of determinate becoming, for the whole of the process is streaked with the nothingness. God and the Between 250

wars abroad oblivion at home__platinum to ice blue

the pond under bright low clouds__nothingness runs through

it all the satin calms__the great blue’s bony take-

off out of yellowing grass__a small duck’s shiny wake

the pond brims with light__thumbprint of the Unequal

an oily slick of rainbow__great powers under its spell