The tides still ebb

The sun still rises

The trees still grow

My curls are longer now.

We have a new president new governors

Different colors speckling made up maps

Division.

I will be someday, 

gone, 

that is. 

When I am, 

I hope the pine needles still grow thick 

covered thick 

with snow. 

In biology,

we learn that there are so many tiny things

in the interior of our cells

nucleus/cytoplasm/mitochondria/ribosomes/golgi apparatus

floating.

My interior,

it holds my feelings