NaPoWriMo day 14: returning

Cleaning the floors today
moving furniture, the dust,
which is afterall just our shedding,
we sweep it in a pile as if
we could gather ourselves back up again,
keep each cell, each white
hair or brown connected to us forever,
if only we knew the secret to putting
it back or keeping it from falling
in the first place. Never brush
never wash, lie down in the pile
and reabsorb it all. But it won't return
we can't contain the laws of physics, 
we have no more say than the toddler at the barber
with a fist full of hair crying, "Put it back
mommy, put it back." 

 

Comments

[Greg]

Entropy rules...
and there is 'delight in disorder'

here... want some of my dust-to-dust???

(Thank you, Janeen -- I was swept away by this lovely reflection ;-)