haikus

these spots of nature
we curate the best snapshots
while our forests burn

to hold a life feels
significant, like a ward
against entropy

cold reminds me of
my warm house, and I'm thankful
to keep death outside

it takes eight minutes
for the sun to give us that
which we depend on

starlight will hold you
though sunspots and rain find you
my darling eclipse

if it is hated
if it is this molten core
we are doomed too

this sadness tells me
obliquely through my hometown
"you thought you left us"

finally I just
wanna say for the record
that you are a nonce

whatever finds us
finds whatever to us here
here is whatever