poem notes's video: Dust - Dorianne Laux

Dust —Dorianne Laux Someone spoke to me last night, told me the truth. Just a few words, but I recognized it. I knew I should make myself get up, write it down, but it was late, and I was exhausted from working all day in the garden, moving rocks. Now, I remember only the flavor — not like food, sweet or sharp. More like a fine powder, like dust. And I wasn’t elated or frightened, but simply rapt, aware. That’s how it is sometimes — God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you’re just too tired to open it. Source: What We Carry BOA Editions 1994 A Thought: So much to win, so much to lose, No marvel that I fear to choose. —Letitia Elizabeth Landon, The Golden Violet (1827)