Dub.Sar

Their dust links the stars with all else.
Light drag: what gets knocked free then gets

Thrown and pulled through space as the light
Tugs at the lines. Some dust lands here.

Some of us find it, write on it,
Think long and hard, count bits of it.

While the rest of us fight to eat,
Fight to keep a place to live, fight

To be heard, to be loved, to fight,
A few hold jars that hold the dust,

And, as well as fight, squint at dust,
And, in hours we don’t have to fight

To breathe, to eat, to find a place
Safe to sleep, safe to be, we write.