the Big Empty

leaving my Dad
after entwining
our breaths
our schedules
for one and one half
weekends

I open
into a sphere
of sky
that is void
of any touch point
or ease of stairs

I climb
unaware
of my feet
my knees
my identity

I am
what I see
-- empty

and I am
after the discomfort
of sugar, love
vinegar
after a weekend
and a half's lapse
I am
-- free