speck of light flashes
rising, falling in the sun
just a speck of dust
Lying on my bed this afternoon, listening to Mozart, and looking up toward
the ceiling through a sunbeam that descended from the window, I saw a small
flashing light rising and falling on invisible thermals. It drew nearer and
near, rising and falling, moving back ward and forward, but never too close, escaping
closer inspection by riding on my breath. On and off, on and off, it flashed;
and I wondered. Was it a speck of dust, or the light of some life, somewhere
else in this time and dimension, or perhaps some other, telling me that it existed?
A sparkling dot where no other dust drifted — a tiny beacon on its own.
And then it was gone.
Was that a life? My life?
Our lives? Are we destined to flash and sparkle brightly and dance on the wind,
only to suddenly find oblivion?
Someday I’ll find out.
