How should your absence ache
when the center of every web
is you or that which you’ve touched?
Auburn-eyed dogs gaze at me
with no more devotion or need
than the story in your eyes.
When I go out to find beetles
with murderous intentions
I’m preserving the gardens for you.
In the midst of those gardens
the thousand blooming, bearing things
grow strong from your strength.
Even the heat of the sun
melting my resolve to weed
echoes your voice counseling rest.
I will fill your absence then
with the presence of everything
that grows because of your love.