Dust

My weavings of travel memories

are slowly gathering Time’s dust.

My memories grow distant and begin to fade

into adventure dreams, misty and vague

but for my photos and weavings I made.

Do I toss or wash or ignore the dust?

How can I toss or wash such things?

Shall I blow their dust back into the air,

perhaps even breathe it back into me

or shall I simply let them be?

I’ll do nothing. At least they won’t rust.

September 23, 2024

Shelley A. Wilson