BY JAN HAAG

POETRY + ESSAYS + MUSIC + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO





NOTHING




There's nothing this morning,
nothing at all

this morning.
You hear the birds sing,
the plane's drone.
You hear
sunshine sitting on the wires
glinting, glimmering and glistening.

O Devayani, did you expect
nothing at all this morning?

In your soul, in your heart,
did you expect nothing at all?

The sun sings on the leaves,
the computer hums in its solid tones of grey.
The birds are not silent
even as the cat rubs your toe.
She purrs
and the world winds up

into a ball for her pleasure.
She bats the ball on the string

and the birds chirp for no reason at all
this morning.

Bite into a cheramoya.
O Devayani,
feel the sweet flesh dissolve.
is that something?
Or is it nothing at all?






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THE DEVAYANI POEMS

Feeding Frenzy

Gifts

India

Nothing




BY JAN HAAG


POETRY + MUSIC + ESSAYS + TRAVEL + FICTION + TEXTILE ART

INTRODUCTION + HAAG'S BIO



21st CENTURY ART, C.E. - B.C., A Context