A long time ago

 
You are void
And what am I
I am cicada katydid lacewing
I pour the waterfall
But it all disappears without
A burp
Not even a fingertip
Touched to the back of my hand

I rage
Again
Sleepless night
A dusting of snow
Falls without a sound
And the sky clears
Before I venture to
The bathroom in my loud house,
Covered over doorway yawning
Gaping soundless and hungry.