Specks

Do you ever watch a speck

of dust

of others

sparkle in the morning sun

lighter

than

any of us

.

What makes a single speck flicker peacefully

.

Floating

.

While on my desk

they rest

collect

neglected

a bunch

.

Settled by

the weight of trust

.

Do you wake

in the night

and listen to the darkest morning

.

Rest

.

Wait for

rain

to wash away

.

A hurried sound

.

A heavy hush

.

Rust sprouting

a vein of decay

on the pain

.

Look around a body torn

.

Ask

.

What makes a tendon snap

bone crack

.

Not ready for the stretch

.

I lay awake

between days

.

Riding on

memories

.

Carried by

specks of us

.