I’ve run to welcome—Absence—
To greet—a closing Door—
And hurried after Echoes—Footsteps—
Still recede before—
A Mountain or a Desert—
Were easier—to arrest—
Than embrace a flickering—Shadow—
As it vanishes—
To try—to apprehend—a Phantom
Requires exhausting Toil—
Nature abhors a Vacuum—I’ll
Avoid a Void—
