“There’s no dust to sweep on a mountain.”
Asleep, you can only rehash the human,
One reason dreams are weird.
The faintest, finest snowflakes
Blow out of the bright-blue skies,
Downy as feathers, and melt.
You are always daring the world,
And the world is always ignoring your dares
Because it is the world, unaware of being
Dared, and you always blink, since animals
Blink, and the world never blinks,
Since the world does not blink.
Little thing, little thing, at least you know
You are small, so small, and soon to go.
But do you have to risk it all always at all?