Writings

• "We are but dust"

  Continuing on in random poetry vein:

  
  

  “We are but dust”

   

  But the dust is beautiful

  Tiny grains of ever earth

  All that is human

  Animal

  Flori-mineral

  Beautiful.

   

  A handful blown into sunny motes

  Contains a thousand trips

  down highway six,

  the remains of 

  family vacation

  meals on the side-away

  byways

   

  powder from your mother’s compact

  resin from bow of brother’s bass

   

  tiny smashed down bits of Christmas trees

  and rosemary needles

  from fancy dinners

  crystal shards

  of broken windshields

  worn down,

  winking in the starlight

   

  We are but dust

  But dust is every thing

   

  Ashes to ashes

  Dust to dust

  Formed out of everything

  To everything we return

   

  To nourish the land of our ancestors

  To sustain the hand of our children

   

  As a nation is built upon

  the detritus

  of its history

  So too are we created and recreated anew

  Out of

  (dust)

   

   

  Liz Huff May 25, 2013