Sometimes it is difficult to realize how small we are. We are profound bits of tininess and we are observed by life. We are often in far less control than we like to believe. We are so often the object of something else. We are so often a speck of dust. A temporary wound floating in the wind. We are weak when we had believed strong. So many suppositions. Let go and allow life to supplant your assumptions. Drinking usually helps, as well as the breach of your comfort zone. Seek out a homeless man. Find a modern day leper. Do something (anything) that makes you feel uncomfortable.
DUSTY
Exercise your pride
on anvils and
mold arrogance into
an ice sculpture
of Atlas. Study it.
Then set jet-engine
heat upon it until
you are swimming.
Understand that
if Atlas was a
man, you are not
a man. If he was
anything else it
doesn’t matter
because you’re
a ghost cradling
groceries. The
world is organized.
Be a speck.
Be dust.
Eat the dust.
Breathe dust.
Control it like
vitriolic agony.
Dance with it
in the foreign
way, inspecting
its charm and
suckling its
earlobes. Like
light you cannot
fetter it. But
you can feather it
if you just add
your
“ah.”
Let go.
Breathe deep
and charm the
bronco thrusting
within you to
deescalate your
vixen-pride.
Let it shatter you.
Let life shatter you.
Glue yourself
back together.
. “Nothing sets a person so much out of the devil’s reach as humility.” by Johathan Edwards.
