The Thread (A Poem)
The Thread By Graham Kirk-Spriggs I am but dust, a spec, a thread, weavéd through the tapesty of all the universe, a floating head. I am but dust, but never apart, but a part of all, as we float on this ball through time, space, adventure! I am but dust, formed from it, seeped, surrounded. I have been where feet have trod, from clod to clod. I am but dust, made of my Mother's roots, and hers before her, rude and bare, and blustering through all that is vivid and once was. I am dust in this space. Gimme that rainbow star shine, moon filled, sweet sherbert. I am but dust, in this frame now, but more ever and ever, and forever. For I am you, when love calls. I am but dust, you are me, I am you, for we, have always been. You call me into you. Love more powerful, than dust.