Gaps

Does truth lie in the empty spaces
Between things, casting
Light to objects,
giving them form?

Or is it gaps, wrapped in darkness
In which an artist holds the subject
That give it light and energy.
Chiaroscuro
A counter point to light.

Air too roars
Sometimes with a terrifying force
To fill depressions
An urgent energy with which
It fills its gaps

Is it such gaps that drive our lives
The pulling of our emptiness’s
Providing the energy
With which we fill out
Our destinies,
Lest we sit complacent.