Nothing Different

I turn over and savor a treasured exchange:

— “What do you need from me right now?”
— “Nothing different.”

How perfect is such an answer? What’s needed starts with nothing. I’ve aplenty of it!

“Different” turns it just so much, not into something, but over enough to glimpse the shape that nothing leaves in its custard.

The sufficiency implicit in restraint packs a wallop. I feel both affirmed and chastened.

I like knowing I can hold contrary feelings in my feelers simultaneously, all the while sustaining the flow of the same something to her.

(c) 2020 JMN

About JMN

I live in Texas and devote much of my time to easel painting on an amateur basis. I stream a lot of music, mostly jazz, throughout the day. I like to read and memorize poetry.
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