Issue Nine _ May 2005

Star Fluff

by Brooks

In the spaces
where
dust gathers,
we find
offerings
of sacred debris—
star fluff
tossed off
in the soul's
shedding
of matter.

The Gods
insist I honor
these growing
dust fluffs
never touching
a broom to them.

I am obedient.

©2005 Brooks

Brooks arrived on the last ferry to Lopez Island September 11, 2001. Recently she made another cross-country move, this time to North Carolina. She writes, makes art, does ocean stuff, teaches classes and workshops. She also walks on beaches and among tall trees, collects bones and rocks, and laughs a lot.

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