about how everything is nothing

i carry the
first hat my
second child
ever wore
just
moments old
in that black leather

in a pocket
with the plastic
clip
from my first
child's
falling belly button

i thought

if someone stole that coat
and went into the place
those things close to my heart
my love my
comfort dragging
my stupid magic would
just be thrown on the ground
or in the trash some
where

just junk in
the beaten pocket
of some bad ass
jacket

and that's
what
it is

that's what
it all
is
our rocks
and spells
and holdings
blind magic

things       just
dust and clay
heaven's gate
and rot

angel no.

and i know
this
we know this
so why...

there is something        
psychological                        
because
we don't

something within ours
leads eyes to
covet

even the attachment
of the
unattached
bears cautionary
discression

for
cold and wet
bright light
and trolley

and
sometimes

we find the
need
in our young
stomach
to forget what
we know

about how
everything
is nothing

this beautiful
spun sugar structure

-i was just
thinking too much
as my daughter was
looking for a hat
for her doll

even the most precious
of all of this
is fundamentally
dust

it is the spark
the breath
the light on in
the eyes
which makes us
forget reason
forget the fact
that plastic garbage
is a father's magic

this is my opinion
and
there are billions more