Dust

Childhood dust has gone

with only the echo

and vague memory

of the warm smell

and summer sparkle

of roadside ditches.

The is no dust today.

It has all been

vacuumed 

sanitized

processed

and shunned.

In losing our dust

we have lost 

so much more.

Hiatus

 Hiatus

Evolution tsunami crashing

through every age.

Unfathomable speed

broken 

by cosmic ripples.

A vast endless symphony

of joy, 

disaster, 

love, 

hate,

and universal indifference.

The wave continues in all directions,

all times,

all branes.

It never reaches forever,

but continues always.

The brief spark throughout 

is that flicker

of love, of pain,

enhanced by each of us

by our knowledge that

this is all…

ever.