One plays with grace.

He seems unaware of the gallery.

Another one plays badly,

But he plays the gallery well.

I watch with wonder at the whole shebang.

I’ve never been put into the game,

And I have never put myself in.

We’re all different.

I’m a no-heart they say,

A no-mind.

But this is not like being heartless.

This is not like being mindless,

Just empty in a vacant way,

A vessel for wind and song and thought,

An ability to change,

By what the universe passes through me.

What are you?

-jenn