Komorebi

Would you look for me at the end of the world?

I will have built us a log cabin,

With its pine-sap smell

And brown wood walls

To ensure us that everything will end up–

Well, once we know that

We can start a garden,

And during the warm months,

When the sun comes through the trees

At the right angle,

And lights up the world in

Green and gold

We can gather tomatoes,

Ripe enough to burst in our hands

Red juice staining our fingers,

Running down our wrists

And eat them in the grass

As bugs float around us like dust motes,

Like the best Sunday mornings in our memories.

Then in the cold months,

When our garden sleeps under its snow-blanket,

We’ll build fires in our log cabin,

And huddle under our own blankets with cups

Of something warm and comforting,

Something like childhood.

We can watch the fire throw off sparks,

Carry the scent of smoke with us

Let it stain our maple walls.

We can hibernate,

Wait for the sun to rise early and set late

And we’ll know that the world is–

Well, this is only if

You look for me at the end of the world.