Look

The platinum links of sushine,

Twisting underwater. 

The rising bubble cry 

Of a wrinkled newborn daughter. 

The breeeze that tighens skin, 

Inside a homemade sweater. 

The first few drops of gin, 

That bewilder and bring wonder. 

The last six golden leaves, 

On a gnarled autumn tree. 

Before they kiss the barren earth, look!

These few small things are me.