Yesterday
It had rained
I washed my car
The verandah
The floors
Dusted surfaces
Oh what joy to have the damp
Hold the dust
Turn it to mud
So it wouldn’t rise up
And smother me
This morning I awoke
To an orange sky choked
And clogged
A scarlet sun rising
Dirt falling from on high
Red dust from further west
Where it is still dry
Drifting in from hundreds of kilometres away
To lay
Everywhere
No wind blows it in
Yet dust is inhabiting
every pore of my skin
And I smile
At my morning meditation
Knowing
I am not in control
Of anything
