Journal 2: Strange Everyday Objects
Dust is homeless.
Dust is a lonesome drifter
floating from place to place
hoping for a dwelling to rest upon.
Like the hobo, dust has stories.
Grasping the sides of ceiling fan freight cars
and clinging until it cannot hold any longer
and is expectorated into a new life.
It seems that
dust too, is a victim
This tiny speck has sat here
on this block of the mantel
for fourteen years
and all it takes is a single swipe of a feather duster
to displace it, and everything it has worked for.
The friendless dust speck moves on.
It may never find a permanent home
but it knows it can rest here for a while,
or at least until the wind picks up again.Tags: 302poetry, journal2, section3