Dust

The wind blows from the Southwest.

Across the desert,

across the sand

and the parched plains.

The wind blows,

and it lifts the dust

and carries it into the sky.

And the air is thick with it.

And they day turns

and it is no longer day

and the night turns

and it is no longer night

and the earth turns

and it covers you.

And the whirls

And the whorls

of earth

in the sky

earth in the sky

red on white.

And the dust,

in your chest,somewhere in the back of your lungs.

And the dust,on your clothes,

your freshly washed clothes.

And the dust,on the floor,

on your sheets,

in your lungs.

The wind blows

from the Southwest,

across the desert,

across the sand,

and it lifts the dust

and carries it into the sky.

A thousand years of history

ground into dust

dust in your lungs

dust in your clothes

dust on the floor

dust on your sheets.