Nothing

Nothing

A secret place within

deep forests, waiting

to be discovered.

Paper airplanes, yearning

to be flown. Gliding every

which way in a mass of paper.

Birds dodging quick-flying

airplanes in a flurry of wings.

Doing something on a day

when nothing has to be done

is much better than doing

nothing.

--Jacob Adler, 2007

Age 8

Honorable Mention in Sarah Mook Poetry Prize competition