Nothing is Everything

for Bailey and Chase

When my son tells me his
best friend has overdosed
and that my son was the
one who found him,
blue and wood-stiff
on the bedroom floor,
there’s too much rain,
rain hammering on the sill,
on the lilies, on my eyelids,
on the farthest Heavens,
yet the lawn is scorched,
my hair bone-dry, my
throat a cauldron which
won’t let me lift a word,
not a solitary syllable in the
gaps between his sobs and gasps,
those hollow spaces where
something helpful should
land and soothe and
maybe later take root,
because at a time like this
nothing is everything
and I have nothing to
say or offer and so
everything that matters in
the cracks, among the
prolonged moments,
crumbles and get crushed
until I am worthless
sand in the rain, in the
rein of tears and black dread,
washed away across a world
of parched deserts mirrored
inside the rims of my
son’s deserted eyes

Len Kuntz is a writer from Washington State and the author of four books, most recently the story collection, This is Why I Need You, out now from Ravenna Press. You can find more of his writing at

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2 Responses to Nothing is Everything

  1. sireneatspoetry says:

    This is a gorgeous heart-rending and loving poem. Thank you very much for sharing it. I read it out loud, and cried!

  2. Brian says:

    This really touched my heart. ❤️

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