5.
Dust clogs the corridors of heart’s chambers.
Have mercy:
teach love to this dust.
6.
Clean airways. Clean neural pathways. Clean roads
to love.
Breathe clean air in me.
7.
Wipe clean eyes overclouded with dust.
Give sight
to know my earthen flesh in others.
8.
(And what of the dust on the countertop
and shelves,
the haze in my line of sight to You?)
9.
Microscopic mites tickle the gunk in me.
Flesh startles
to find the same dust in you as me.
10.
Joy lies hidden too beneath archeological
layers
under furniture, forgotten in attics.