It is Enough

I heard this poem by Anne Alexander Bingham on the Writer's Almanac on NPR yesterday. It reminds me of an essay I wrote in high school written with the same sentiments.  I wished I had saved it.  My great uncle, who was a lifelong teacher and flower/animal lover taught me about atoms, the building blocks of life. 
We are all stardust. 

It is Enough

To know that the atoms
of my body
will remain

to think of them rising
through the roots of a great oak
to live in
leaves, branches, twigs

perhaps to feed the
crimson peony
the blue iris
the broccoli

or rest on water
freeze and thaw
with the seasons

some atoms might become a
bit of fluff on the wing
of a chickadee
to feel the breeze
know the support of air

and some might drift
up and up into space
star dust returning from

whence it came
it is enough to know that
as long as there is a universe
I am a part of it.