Dust to Light

christian shushok

There are too many things I have yet to know

and still don’t know how to learn:

how to thank the willows for weeping on my behalf.

how reckon with myself

in the darkness between the fireflies.

and how much lemon juice and grit it will take to untarnish all these

silver linings.

But in spite of all of these things:

in the morning, the sun will rise over the hills

and slink through the rafters and cracked window panes

and turn

dust to light.

and I know this:

I too, will find a way to make a life out of all of things I do not know;

all things just dust, yet to be light.