August  24,   2020

DUST COMING AND GOING

It was early afternoon - just resting

in a comfy bed – taking a siesta –

the sun sliding through the venetian

blinds – and I was looking at dust

coming and going – dust  floating in

the air  like astronauts – in my bedroom.     

Was I seeing what was part of Jason

down the street or grandma next door –

dust coming or going – dandruff or dried

skin from their right arm or left ankle?

Would some of this dust become

part of the tomato patch next door?

Is this how some guru from the Ganges

came up with the idea of reincarnation

or was it because he lost his friend

from down the street or his grandma

next door – who died  quietly on an

afternoon – on a day just like today.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020

Drawing :You're Never Alone
in a Dusty Apartment,
The New York Times