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.