By Anne Alexander Bingham
To know that the atoms
of my body
will remain
through the roots of a great oak
to live
in leaves, branches, twigs
crimson peony
the blue iris
the broccoli
freeze and thaw
with the seasons
bit of fluff on the wing
of a chickadee
to feel the breeze
know the support of air
up and up into space
star dust returning from
it is enough to know that
as long as there is a universe
I am a part of it.