Absence

Be irrelevant.
Let snowdrops flower without you.
The lady bug
on a generous blade of dandelion,
a doe thrilled with young clover,
  distant starlight
through intimate waves
of emptiness,
all whisper in wordless earnest,
'We don't need you.
Your absence is holy,
and is for us a deeper presence.
Thank you.
This is our planet.
These virescent miracles
are ours to perform
without your mind.
We are grateful to you
for not interfering
in our deeds of quietness.
Just listen, witness,
don't even pray.
Learn how to Be, how to Dance
from the melting snow,
here
and not here.