Energy is the plasticine of the universe,

and everything is made of light, from
the blackness of coal to
the hard edge of your thumbnail as it punctures the peel of an orange,
to those ten (count them) segments of meticulously organised sunshine inside - 
to their juice, and even (oh!) its sweet red taste
as it floods your tongue
in the darkness of your mouth.
Your taste-buds, too, are made of light:
light tasting light
light consuming light
light absorbing light
light becoming light

yet

            you                are
          (my dear)      (where are you?)

in                        the                         spaces

                           (impossible and unknown)

 
         between

                                 

                                                  the

                                                               

                                                                                      light.