Ashes and Embers

"Tiny dotes of dust floating in my ash tray."

One by one all dancing to the song of the sun.

They lay still, they wait for something more.

All clumped together, all crawling in the darkness…

"But what? What do they wait for?"

The fire is still burning; the smoke shades a fog…

"But what? What do they wait for?"

I wonder as the air tightens in my lungs.

"I wonder if I wait with them…"

These motionless abnormal shadows…

"Will I find what they look for?"