I am wrapped in winter...

 

I am wrapped in winter.
I am not who I was.
I am materially different
from the yesterday me.

I am a pattern of information.
I am mostly space.
I am mostly not human.
I am a crowd of symbionts,

parasites, and human cells.
I am emergent.
I am an illusion.
This cold shawl.

But still
the garden fills
with moonlight
and snow.

Comments

[Dick]

Just right - cold, crystalline and with a killer final stanza.

[Siren]

Wow, I love it.  I love the crowd, and "This cold shawl" is awesome.  It totally takes it from being all floaty and stuff and makes it something real and touchable and silver-chilly.  The perfect set-up for snow and moon.  And what's even cooler is before the shawl it sounds all metaphorical but really it's just the true facts of human biology!  I love that.

I always feel I've received a gift when I get to read one of your poems.