Babble

“That’s the thing about emptiness,”

I looked into the Grand Canyon,

“it’s like when you look out at nothing:”

its red cliffs stuffed with air.

“you’re not really seeing nothing”

I tried to imagine nothing,

“cause you can’t see nothing at all.”

and the canyon’s walls surrounded it -

“It’s only when you see something”

sharply sudden and steep.

“that you realize the nothing around it -”

The openness bubbled, vacuumed.

“if you only see nothing,”

I looked to its bottom,

“then you can’t see at all.”

so far down it seemed unreal,

“That’s why when all you feel is emptiness”

and I imagined jumping to it,

“you wonder if you even exist.”

then gripped the rail a bit tighter.