I used to think it harmless enough
But of course
It blew in from passing cars out the front along the road
I swept it away
Wiped down surfaces
Sometimes the gaps got longer in between because
I just couldn’t see the point
Of chasing time around again and again
With a broom
Kept sending me all this dust
It kept blowing in!
But here is the thing I have found
It is toxic to the soul
In the same way that complacency
And laziness is
It drifts in
It’s an every day thing
And if you continue
You will find my reasoning soon enough
*we live in a dry and dusty climate – I used to wonder when I was a kid why Mum would chase that dust – every day – sweep, mop, dust.
I get it now, thanks Mum.