The Millennial Pedestrian

Dust

It is all one:
The sun dispersing Homeric rays
On Western oceans as it sets;
The stillness of the heron by the pond;
The silver moonlight sliver
Slicing down through spruce;
Wind sliding, sliding silently
Across the sand;

And the dirty dinner dish,
The Disney Store,
The old shirt crumpled on a closet floor;
All one with the Pyramids,
The Pont du Gard
“The Night Watch” and Il Trovatore.

All things created speak to us,
Can freeze us in a rapt, attentive trance,
In which we hear the fierce, insistent voice
Connecting us, not only to our pasts
And each to each, but to the history
Of Earth and sky. Dust ourselves,
Our creations dust,
The dust of galaxies
Circulating through our veins:
Are we not then cosmic?

This entry was posted on Sunday, April 16th, 2006.
It's part of the New Poems category.
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