the glow and the stretch

There are daisies
in my veins
the stems stretch to my fingertips
the leaves flow into my hair
the petals in my eyes
are among the brightest on earth.

The breath
in my lungs
is the north wind
the south wind
the east and the west wind
restlessly pressing in and out.

You can see them
consuming young me
the flowers
the winds
the shattering lights
the glow and the stretch.

But when you cannot
when time has withered
who will see
who will admire
will I alone
feel the depth of their root?

I hope that when I am old, the footprints of those I have changed shape the wrinkles around my eyes.