My Human Disguise.
Have you ever watched motes
Closely, drifting in sun-
Or lamplight, tiny boats,
Rudderlessly, as one,
Ever shunning the dim,
Floating within the shaft,
Bouncing back from its rim
Until caught in a draft?
In quiet air the dust
Moves slowly, rises, turns
In a secret pattern
Closer to will than must.
2 comments:
Beautiful!
I can relate - because gazing at the dust in the light is a wonderful way to relax, be mindful, and at one with the universe!
This is a gorgeous piece, Chris. Thank you!
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