Dust, at intervals

The air is not nothing.

The air is not nothing. 
It has a weight 
and livingness. 
In a narrow shaft of lamp light 
the eye of the dust 
holds against air. 
Each brightness looks white, 
but gel-like translucent creatures 
ride the light. 
Skin flakes, mites, cat dander,
soil, particulate matter 
rock sludge, Saharan sand. 
Tiny pale birds
as they scatter to the ground,
flock, vie for the centre, lift. 

MAY 2019 Heidi Williamson MONK 

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