Once Nothing

by Allan Peterson

Once nothing plain being then descriptions
in different languages
then the illusion of illusion that nothing could
describe well enough
Some said they couldn’t say for sure
so translation began
but some thought those were vast inaccuracies
so suspicion began
that experience could not be shared with confidence
so then homesick
and the feeling of isolation being utterly lost
because understanding
seemed uncapturable with words a sickness
so gods were blamed
and made complicit in misunderstanding
and we improved