I feel full
You may even say overflowing
I want to pour out
Spill over
Make room
So I do not forget
Emptiness
I bring rattles and planes
Clowns and dolls
Soldiers and trains
Stories
Acts
Face paint
I have laid it all out
In neat order
I sing and chant
Passers-by hurrying
Worrying
Rushed and with purpose
No time to stop
To sit and be amused
Families to tend
Gardens to water
No time for the peddler
I gather up my things
And my thoughts
In silence
Realize
Who am I to give to another
The complete will always have
The emptiness within
Let me try the next village
The next market
Maybe someone there needs
A rattle
Or a clown
Elusive Silence 