White Space

On the edge of the Grand Canyon
In an autumn snowstorm, the world

Seems to have lost half of itself.
To the one side, solid-seeming

Ordinary things, such as pines,
Tourists tromping through snow, stranded

Vehicles, plain picnic tables
Now frosted cakes and ice cream cones,

To the other, nothing at all,
Not even darkness, just blankness,

A glowing absence of objects,
The canyon no one’s posing with.