Poetry: An Empty Place

Here is there first of five poems from Flying at Night by Ted Kooser, Poet Laureate of the United States, that moved me for some reason. Besides being able to share them with you, my BLOG allows me to put these poems in a safe place so I can look at them again. Let me know what you think.

An Empty Place

There is nothing for Death
in an empty house,
nor left for him in the white dish
broken over the road.

Come and sit down by me
on the sunny stoop,
and let your heart so gently
rock you, rock you.

There is nothing to harm us here.