An empty room

is sometimes not an empty room.
A single chair, even if it is rickety,
may not be just a poor rickety chair. Because just as not everything
that glitters is gold, not all emptiness is nothing.
An empty room can denigrate loneliness
and embrace the air with the news of
a good day, of the pious light, of the trembling
that a name paints in the corners
where blue ecosystems grow.
An empty room can be the beginning
of a music that was asleep,
a question, a century and a half,
a ship that was looking for us.