Empty Space

• Caitlin Buchanan, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2020

The sky above the river was the colour of the television, tuned to a dead channel.
As we walked over the bridge, there was no sight of the usual, busy action.
Our eyes scanned the city, but the only ones left were me and Daniel.
At 9 o’clock, when the sky should have been black, it remained eerie grey, the sky had no reaction.

All was silent as the huge clock kept on ticking.
For there were no cars, or trucks, or any pages flicking.
The city was an empty space, as if all were asleep.
But only Daniel and I knew it was a sleep too deep.