In Your Absence

At least,

Before I

Can see you again, I

Do not

Expect our

Fire to maintain its light. I

Go into the

High peaks for warmth, peer my face

Into the mouth of the sun

Just to feel

Kissed. Then I Lower into the

Lap of the mountain.

Nature is built Like a L-

over.

Place your

Questions in the

Rind of

Sweet fruits and

Trees so the

Undressing feeds the

Vitality of

Worms searching for the

X, asking the whY–

Y, in the order of things, even in your absence, will the alphabet still end in

Z?