Published Poems

Playing with Zero

Playing with Zero

I like the number zero:

it signals those who are missing,

holds the place for other numbers,

like all those zeros after a one.

It lets me know that another day

is coming with its companions 1,2,3

every tenth year or century

but falls off when time has passed.

There are no multiples of zero:

zero times zero is zero

and there is nothing left after

division, one plus zero is always one

and two is all that is left after subtraction.

Sometimes zero is hard to calculate

like the quiet of the house when the dog is gone.

                                                                                    Seven Circle Press/Circle Show

                                                                                    Dec. 2017