Your Adobe Hut

It’s constructed from local materials.
Resources conservation,
you call the walls.

It’s shaped like a carbuncle
on rough desert skin
but to you, it’s as practical
as hands, head and feet.

It battens down against
the heat of the day
with a barrier of
last night’s cool.

And it warms on cue
when dark erases
all reference to the sun.

You no longer fear death,
you say, not when you’ll
be returning house and body
to the earth like a
seventy year old library book.

Sure, you’ll miss people.
But you won’t misplace them.