Dust
Breathe in.
Breathe in while reading this,
you breathe in dust,
you must.
Dust is not just dust.
It can be choking breath,
the kiss of death.
But these motes are stuff of life.
Dead skin cells they say;
Well, they were beautiful when you wore them.
Now they are dots of silver splendour
swirling and twirling in sunbeams.
Tomorrow they join a trillion others
to make a peerless sunset.
If dust is our cells, so be it,
but it's volcanoes too, and
proud horse mane flicks
and the demolition of mighty buildings.
It is meteors and comets.
Each speck a wonder,
each particular particle a planet
with its story, its knowledge, its destiny.
How can empty air be so full?
All around us all the time -
we move in dust,
through dust and
on dust,
while the sky itself is dusted with stars.
The sun is dust
and the dust in this room
which once was you,
dances in beams of dustlight.
Elaine Booth
Mon 1st Nov 2010 18:11
This really struck a chord with me. I enjoyed it very much. Many fine phrases: "Well, they were beautiful when you wore them", "while the sky itself is dusted with stars". Love this playing with ideas & images.