The dust storm I see coming but cannot avoid
Close my eyes
My mouth
Block all the ways it can enter my house
Yet still the fine particles filter inside
Regardless
Perhaps it would be better to open wide
Become the storm
Cease to hide
Deconstruct all barriers
Then watch where the dust flows
Let it settle
Clean it up later
For there is nothing that we are not
And that is not us
In us
It’s the walls we raise
The distance we forge
And then defend to the last man
The separation and fear of “other”
That prevents
Equilibrium
