There There

I open a draft.
There is nothing
there.
There is a place 
where there is now some
thing. 
There is a place
that only existed
when I was here
and it was where 
it was. 
I am watching 
my theres 
pass by fast
behind the unripe grapes
wavering
considering the clouds.
The grapes are considering
to be clear
and blue.
The green grapes
that may ripen
into further green. 
I am talking about
here. There is where
you are. And now an empty
draft has blown away
leaving in its place
a here there.