I forget what I was going to say.
I had something really good
for here.
It doesn’t matter,
because words
are dust.
I guess,
in the big scheme of things,
we are all dust,
and dust makes planets,
and comets,
and big stars.
So,
maybe I shouldn’t be so quick
to disparage dust,
and maybe,
I shouldn’t be so quick
to dismiss my words,
or anyone else’s.
Even the smallest words
have power,
and over time,
with the right words,
you can build a poem,
or a novel,
or a nation,
or a god.
HG – 2020
