Particular Particulates

by joetwo


Ground up to the finest consistency

The size of smoke

Windblown into vast, ghostlike clouds

Penetrating clothes, airways

Skin and door and fence no barrier

No stopping

No cease to its diffusion

No end to their travails

Finding their way, everywhere

Nowhere noticed


For a feeling, the smallest iota of presence

A minor contamination of being

Tiny particles of another

Mingling, joining

To assemble the whole