I will be someday,

gone,

that is.

When I am,

I hope the pine needles still grow thick

covered thick

with snow.

I hope the air still whistles

with sledding calls

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