The bodies of my mother and father
have broken down by now,
I am sure.
They are becoming part of the Earth,
part of the world.
with her high forehead,
and her wide smile.
with his close eyes,
and his big heart.
They're sailing around the sun
and with all those who came before us —
including the beauties winging through the trees
and the critters crawling from the waters —
our baffling, magical tour