Each year I wonder if the sun will leave
and take it all
the skies the light the kiss of summer
and leave us just the dark old moon
and winds howling at the empty sky
Each fall I wonder if the leaves will leave
and trees will die
the earth blacker than inside itself
and leave eyes useless as cold stone
and tears futile as hail before the wind
Each day I wonder if the air will leave
and lungs wither
the gulping throats coughing feathers
and paper lungs sucking empty
and blood dusty as clouds on the desert
Each minute I wonder if gravity will leave
and the universe will float up laughing
into the giggling baby stars
