Dust

This is a poem I wrote in September of 2008. I've heard that if you have a poem online, technically it counts as being published (and that can be a bad thing for writers/poets). I don't care--if you want to use it, just be sure to put my name with it. Oh, and also let me know so that I can tell you how it's supposed to be formatted. It doesn't do a very good job on blogspot because the margins are narrow. Thanks!

Dust

Seeds planted

tie the earth to the Heavens—

to the bestower of life—

and soon new blossoms fall gently—

floating on slow waves—

trailing clouds—

as if newly washed—

freshly fallen—

and at dawn are found with dew,

stems and roots grown downward,

helping the earth and helping themselves.

But those seeds I planted—

the ones I hoped for—

the string still tied and taut to Heaven—

whispers empty of rain;

tell me,

where is this magic powder

that made Adam breathe,

that called to babes

and made them cry?

I borrowed some elements from Wordsworth's Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood. Sorry I keep bringing up infertility--I'll try to not do it too much in the future. ;)