~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

Dust

a speck of dust
floats
silently
toward the floor,
baring burdens
brushed upon.
A glint of sunlight
catches.
for an instant
it shines,
even sparkles,
inhales the beam
between its fibres
and winks back the light
in sudden flash
of fire.
And then,
becomes dust once more,
floating silently
toward the floor.


JMariah
"Creativity is intelligence having fun"