Sunday, October 27, 2013

Dorianne Laux: "Dust"

Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.
Now, I remember only the flavor—
not like food, sweet or sharp.
More like a fine powder, like dust.
And I wasn't elated or frightened,
but simply rapt, aware.
That's how it is sometimes—
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you're just too tired to open it.

"Dust" by Dorianne Laux, from What We Carry. © BOA Editions, 1994.

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1 comment :

  1. That is exactly what happened, last night. It is amazing that I read this this morning. No coincidence. Now if I could just get the taste of dust out of my mouth.


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