The Leap Into the Void

I leapt into the Void,
Figuratively, like Yves Klein.
But literally, figuratively,
What does it matter?
The Void
Is still
The Void.

So, OK, it's not a haiku. But I read today a review of a retrospective on the work of the French conceptual artist Yves Klein (at the Hirschorn, in DC, this summer) (review here), and I was reminded of this photograph and of the poem I wrote about it in March 1998. And it's my blog, so I can break my own rules...