All About Nothing

A vacuum wanders down the stairs. I tell some folk, but no one cares. It staggers by without a thought. I contemplate its being… not. It vanishes, leaves ne’er a clue. While saying zilch, as vacuums do. Reflecting back upon the scene, my eyes were sharp, my mind was keen. I sensed my heart had not a care, And then surmised, ‘twas nothing there.