By Harper McIntyre, TIWP Student

A dried up creek
like the intervals in joy
we found silence
we found stillness
we found greatness in our empty eyes
our empty hands
our empty hearts
but now the emptiness is gone
and so is “we”
but in this new tributary called “moving on”
I’ve found more greatness
accompanied with its usual emptiness
just a little less with only half of me here to see it