Dusting

    Thank you for these tiny

    particles of ocean salt，

    pearl-necklace viruses，

    winged protozoans：

    for the infinite，

    intricate shapes

    of submicroscopic

    living things.

    For algae¹ spores²

    and fungus³ spores，

    bonded⁴ by vital

    mutual⁵ genetic⁶ cooperation，

    spreading their

    inseparable lives

    from equator to pole.

    My hand， my arm，

    make sweeping⁷ circles.

    Dust climbs the ladder of light.

    For this infernal， endless chore，

    for these eternal seeds of rain：

    Thank you. For dust.