You and the Poppies

This is my world of nothing
No end no beginning,
Neither in nor out,
Neither up nor down.

This is the glass pane of a window
Hard nothing to keep out the cold.
Something no one notices
But is always there.

Like a single droplet of mist
Or the hum of a distant road.
As unnoticed as a grain of sand on a beach.
Constantly tossed and turned with the sea.

Yet this is my world
My world of nothing
My world of possibilities.