I am a dust mote, a speck, a barely perceptible particle, created, not from nothing, but from destruction— the breakdown of something large into something tiny— tattered leaves crushed blossoms mown grass sloughed-off human skin, hair, fur floating DNA memories dreams. I am seemingly insignificant I have no personal agency I go where I am carried by wind, water, animal movement. A door opens and a breeze lifts me or drops me— I am coating a table I am staining the floor. But for one glorious moment I may be caught in sunlight suspended in golden air— I am as beautiful as any diamond, as big as any star.
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Gorgeous. Shared to my Gorilla Girl FB.
Thanks so much, June!!