Return to Sender

What is a missive that doesn't look 
like a mission, a letter that might offer

itself as peace or at the very least, a truce? 
Throughout the year, I've tried the equivalent 

of conversation starters; furry animal memes, 
brief glimpses of the sky and treeline shot 

through my window on the passenger side. 
At night, the canopy above is perforated 

with light that science tells us is actually 
the absence of light. But still we crane 

our necks, remembering myths that gave us 
queens and mothers, beasts and monsters; 

oracles whose visions of the burning future 
are like letters always returned to the sender.