dust to dust

as you drag
your finger along
the ledge of
your bookcase
you see that
there seems to be
enough dust
in the world for
everyone.
it is something
to be relied upon.
not love
or wealth. it
is a constant
in our lives
that will continue
even when we
are gone,
covering all that
we hold dear.
everything
that we once
thought was
so important
and eternal will
succumb
to it in time.