Nothing Found

(For months I had this domain, and I had created the format for the blog, but I had not posted, and each time I came to the domain, to ponder next steps, this is what it told me. “Nothing Found Here”).

‘Nothing found here,’ nothing
but possibility and blank days
no judgment or forecast
like an old Ponderosa towering
silent and spitting sap, hurling needles
never a question from way up there
about what to do or how to fill the page
a blink, a sigh, another pine cone
hits my face, stings like mortality
every morning a surprise. Nothing
found here. A perfect time to rise.