Howard Firkin
When I am empty
as a jug
you fill my mind with memories
like small waves lapping on the bay beach sand,
the rearranging broken shells, the lines
of jewel green weed, all transient as light.

When I am empty
as a jug
you fill my thoughts with images, the real,
the new imagined, and the wholly dreamt.
In each, I only recognise one: you.

When I am empty
as a jug
you fill me with intention and I work
with no distraction even while I think
of you. Your energy suffuses.

When I am empty
as a jug
you fill.