Speck of Dust

Speck Of Dust A cloud took on the third phase of development Grew with weather that came of age With it dust particles in disarray were captured Wind held them tight as wind might do Mountains claimed them once aptly as their own One dust speck broke free from this catastrophe Longed for the monument top again with its giant friend The sierra known as home, the western range Being the peak of existence, Earth The cloud tells another story Takes water, dust and air into its care Turns particles white and with the dust, transforms to other colors Sometimes to the hues of tan, yellow or even gray Brown tints form around the edges when coming on to night Desert orange, usually quiet but grounded Powdered soft, welcomed change, not alarmed Dust speck escaped all the glamour for more solid ground Fell back to earth Got lost with ranges, staged etchings against the sky Remained there, held down by rain A pinnacle of success for such a tiny thing Back again once more