Dust

I set my heart to sail for you

Alone, adrift my nomad soul
On wings of wax flew
A traveler still in search of home.

A single springy curl of moss
Loamy earth and rotting bark
To the wind my voice is lost
Silence sleeps here in the dark.

Remains of you are all I am
As our bodies break into clay, silt, and sand
The ground that I walk will be bed to us both
May we settle softly into the cradle of time’s hand.

No matter how far from home I roam
Underfoot my destination warmly awaits.

Should friend and family first depart
Lovely child, take heart
For we are mud and air
But dust with thought.