my offering

 i keep lowering my bucket
 into the well
 each time full of expectation
 tremors of anticipation
 that i will hoist it up
 and have something
 beautiful and pure
 water like words
 to offer you
 and you in your
 heartstruck amazement
 will love me

 but i keep coming up
 empty
 for a long time
 i have tried
 i have given it my all
 i finally held my
 empty vessel
 i cursed into its
 void

then i saw
something new
the beauty of that
emptiness
the sweet space
within

i hold it up
my emptiness
i offer it to you