Dusty

Each particle of dust

gathered

gradually on a shelf.

There they sit.

No 

wiping can remove...

No 

blowing can diminish...

No

water can wash away

the intensity

that,

put all together,

they create.

They cover the shelf

in a haze...

like memories do

my mind.

And, I, myself

am the room

the shelf sits in.

Quietly...

Calmly...

Dusty...