Empty

The page is empty.
Clean of word or thought.
White as falling snow.
What to say
when my heart beats heavy
with sadness – because.
Floundering.
Stumbling.
Distances too far to grasp
across the reaches of time and space.
What to say
when my heart beats heavy?
White as the now falling snow.
Clean of word or thought,
the page is empty.

--by Elizabeth Heiks (my Grossmama)