Written by Cato Jun
Edited by Rodlyn Mae-Banting
it all started out
with eh.
just emptiness –
consuming you
in a dark chasm,
sinking lower and lower.
just hollowness –
staggering along
by gripping the edges,
searching for something to fill.
just eh.
—-
then there was
a splash of blue:
one with a hue
of the pacific sea,
specific cerulean
to match the vast sky.
yes, it was empty,
but it was not just emptiness.
—-
this emptiness had a fresh feeling:
a space to soak it all in,
an air with swirls of cooling salt,
a wave at creativity.
the emptiness had let light
into the dark chasm,
beaming onto the rainbow
of the saturated marine life
and casting shadows
down to the endless bottom.
it was an overwhelming ocean.
—-
then there was
a splash of green:
one that could be seen
within the lowland rainforest,
darker olive
under the hovering canopy.
yes, it was hollow,
but it was not just hollowness.
—-
this hollowness had an exciting mystery:
a vacuum of infinity,
a trail to explore the unknown,
a tunnel of artistic pursuits.
the hollowness had let water
drench through and through,
steaming the air
full of chirps and croaks
and soaking the soil
to allow the vines to roam free.
it was a ravaging rainforest.
—-
the splashes
of blue and green
were paint,
swirled in a round
like a paint can,
like the circle of life.
—-
because the earth without art is just “eh”
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