Dust

Each one of us,
We start small,
Babies learning to roll,
then tumbling to fall,
over and over again,
until we grow up;
until we can walk,
and the universe begins
to expand…

Strange:
for although he grew taller,
his ego became stronger,
proud to discover a proven smallness
in the context of scientific scenery,
stars and moons, planets and galaxies:
“I’m just the dust in the wind”,
he says, words meaningless by mere words,
desires given back to once raging seas,
his dreams scattered forever,
fractals of mind and body,
limbs, feet, and toes,
gone and forgotten.