Emptying

At the bottom of my cup

The last sip swirled clear

At the end of the bath

The whirlpool disappeared

At time of the lowest tide

With sea cove fully drained

At end of the summer storm

The clouds are empty yet

The flash flooding rains

There is an impossible

Place of emptying,

The flushing wet reminder

of what was full,

what is to begin

Like the shadow of afterbirth

Pressing out towards bright

Like the crescent moon

After pouring out its last light

Like the emptying of this house

That I adore,

Readying the space for another,

who has yet to come in the door—

To fall in love & build a new life here of wonder

Like the end of my grief wave

Cheeks still warm and wet

Like the last kiss goodbye

My heart emptied of regret

This paradoxical place of empty

Both echos & foretells—

What will fully be

& What was once held