Pumpkin Head

Pumpkin Head

This morning I am asking again, is there anything in me today?

Anything to give? Anything worth giving?

Can I come back to the keyboard and type words that people might see?

I feel empty, dry as a bone.

I feel like one of those pumpkins whose insides get scooped out.

And then children carve a face in the empty pumpkin shell,

put a candle inside,

and call it a Jack O’Lantern.

Yep, that's how I feel today.


Suddenly it occurs,

Wow, that’s actually a beautiful symbol.

The pumpkin head whose personal mind has been removed

and replaced by spacious light?

Whose smiley face illuminates the night?

Yes!