Borrowed Dust

by HemmingPlay

This body is nothing but
borrowed dust
Animated somehow and passing
along this unmarked
road, from who knows
what to who
knows where.

I like the guesses
we make about our
destination, though.
It shows inventiveness,
but that’s charming.
We’re nothing if not scratchy.

My own guess
is that the truths
are greater than anything
we’ve dreamed up
from fear and need.
I could be wrong.

Faith is fine, but
We’re here,
that’s all we can say
for sure.
Until Nature washes us away.
Or not.
Wait with me,
with courage…
we’ll find out.


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