There is Dust

There is Dust by debgrant

I see it only when I am doing something else. Dust is never my first priority.

Dust is a distraction. Like now.

I see the dusting of dust on the copper surface of the coffee table. The dust in crannies of the wood log candle holder. I thought it was a good idea at the time. I wasn’t thinking about the dust it hoards in every cranny.

There is dust on the turtle. I feel bad about that. I love that turtle. It reminds me of a past adventure. I wonder if turtles collect dust in the wild. This one does in the wilderness of my living room.

There is dust on wooden coasters. These are for the guests.

There is dust on the candles I rarely burn. Some dust I can only get rid of by burning it.

The dust lies waiting to be hauled off by the swipe of a cloth. I know where it comes from but not where it is going. I see it in the air enjoying flight until weighed down by itself it sits and waits for the next adventure.

After being so aware of dust, I am inclined to see dust everywhere.

I see dust on the shoulders of the old ones. They…we…wear our stirred fragments like a shawl. We feel the weight of dust especially when we need to stand up, make a change, move, let go.

There is dust on our ideas. Some we polish and reclaim. We forget that there was a good reason for those ideas to collect dust. We forget there is a good reason for those ideas to turn to dust.

There is dust on our values. Do I need to dust them off for us to see and own and cherish?

There is dust.

On us.

Enough. Enough.

debgrant