One Piece by Dennis Herrell

Dust Child

The wind settles.
Small man-child sits
calm as the dust under his body,
cups soft warmness in his hand.
Broken earth sifts between fingers,
falling in plumed dribbles
over legs crossed in repose.

He watches the ways of dust
as each handful caresses
his legs like shattered feathers,
then wisping on dead smoothness
the face fallen by his knee,
still face, whose eyes like the dust
rest upon the child.

{Poem by Dennis Herrell}