From immemorial times I feel a dust
always hunting me wherever I go.
It blows softly and lightly, furtively
involving and deluding me.
It is a peculiar dust, that has in mind
not my body but my soul.
Created by the power of my enemies
and my disillusions, it works to calcify
the framework of my entire being.
But by night, at home and asleep,
you have all the right not to believe me,
invisible angels pour a cleansing rain
and by dawn it is a new and fresh man
who faces so old-fashioned a world.
First published in the July 2016 issue of The Basil O’Flaherty.
Published in Spirit Fire Review, August 27 2016.