Between dust and dust

Between dust and dust
there is very little time
and very little space
and daily it closes
until the one part
touches the other
and closes forever.

Lucky me!
I have an iron bar
to wedge into the cavity
of time to keep it open
to bring light
into the endless dark.

For a thousand lifetimes
these lines might live
or that painting
and those whose walls
touch prematurely
may find comfort in them
as they pass by

and though to God’s eye
even these thousands
are nothing but a spark
to us they are everything—
a place to gather ourselves
together and fill the nothing
between dust and dust.

© Dan Goorevitch 2008