Perspective

I opened my FB page and found the most horrendously awful picture of myself.  

My eyes are droopy and bagged,

          from the not quite sleep of a night on the ground in a tent,

They're bloodshot and watery,

          from the smokey flames of the campfire surrounded by family-friends,

My hair is a scraggly, tangled mess,

          I packed that hairbrush,

                                  I know I did,

                                                Didn't I?

                                                        Somewhere?

My face is red and chapped,

          from outdoor,
                   all day,
                         hours of biking,
                                       and hiking,
                                                and scrambling through rushing streams.

I'm laughing,

         I'm happy,

                    I'm clutching a bundle
                                          of wriggling,
                                                     bouncing,
                                                             irrepressible, life.

I really love that picture.