Perhaps not what you might expect in a poem.  Graphic arts?  Could happen.  Coming into the silence of snow which others call space.  Have you noticed, no lack of words for what you can't describe? Probably that's how recipes & the paring of wine have become so poetically complicated.  So poetically complicit?  Oh somebody, just hand me a haiku.  Right now.  A spoon, too, to stir something.