No Dust

I caught my yawn in my teeth
And looked around for signs of dust.
I'd rearranged the furniture
And swept under every rug
The windowsill showed signs of wear:
a little soft in places,
a few water rings
from my bedside glass,
But no dust.
I could still see where my favorite
drawing chair had once been,
its crime scene outline taped
by the sun
And I could still see where
I kept the pork tenderloin
before it became pork katsu
And the vase of stones
was now here,
instead of there,
But no dust.
And so I swallowed my yawn
because this was the time.
Time to stand up!
Time to stretch the arms
right on through the fingertips,
Time to kick those flat feet
in the air and dance around.

This was Standing in the Center,
This was Everything Where It Should Be,
No dust.