Peter Yovu
Merrily Merrily Life Is But
Why is there something rather than nothing? Your guess is as good as mine. Here’s mine: there is in fact, only nothing. But nothing gets bored. Not much going on. Gotta think of something, imagine something.
Car crashes and colors, like the ones on bower birds and beetles. Dung beetles: not particularly colorful, but pretty funny. The Myth of Sisyphus.
You,
with your awkward gestures and calico socks.
Me,
writing this.
an empty sky
only the stars
I think up
About the Author

Peter Yovu grew up on Staten Island and has lived in Vermont since 1967. His latest book, shine shadow (Red Moon Press, 2024), features haiku, haibun, and longer poems.