The Making of Dust

soft pastel
44" x 39"

The Making of Dust
Drew Myron

The car roars past the turned face

no burning regret
no slow moving sorrow
this the near-miss noticed

the ledge trembles still we hold
hands dive.
We are this secure, this fragile
a marriage of disconnects
confessions comforts a faint
light forming

This is the making of dust
a layer tangible as grace
the earth cracks
soundless beneath our feet.