Poetry
The Blank Page
White paper
without marks
page without blemish
mid tones, or darks.
Empty, blank
full of potential
brimming with bliss
We make a start.
Then every start
on white sheet
glowing still,
leaves a track
which biases every
after mark
to a conclusion,
bearing witness
to the course
it takes -
lines in space
in a transient dance.
Now danced and done.
Then always
another space
of empty white
from the infinite
beyond all trace
lighting our way
once more
to wholeness -
Bless the blank page.
© Sophie Brown 17th May 2010