This was a
Blank document a
Record of nothing a
Letter without letters
Like dry rain
Unfallen drops in
Empty pools
For my fictional feet not to splash in
Or wind that is still
Unmoving  air
Leaves unscattered
From ungrown trees

Without carrying them
I bring you these words
and make a
Something maybe a
Something that’s bound
With unsticky glue
A poem perhaps
Placed  where
Nothing was
Before here are
Like living things lined up
Without travelling
Moving to a
Stop an

Without disappearing.