It's Still Life

Eighty Words About Dust

It’s like this —
I like dust.
Not dusting.
I like
its single-mindedness.
Its persistence.
I like
the science behind
an avalanche of dead skin.
A flurry
of sloughed debris.
It’s desert dry.
Dead.
Devious.
Really.
I like
to chase it about,
snap it, flick it
with a cloth.
It hides behind chairs,
cowers behind the TV.
Cat and mouse,
and I’m the cat.
It likes
the dark.
Hide and seek
below the beds.
I like
obstinacy
from my own remains.

for the marvellous Miz Q . Image WikiArt CC:00