Chaff

In praise of chaff.

I learn to say

Maybe so.

I learn to say,

Perhaps not

As well.

These days

I hold things more lightly.

I examine what may be chaff

For that one grain of wheat,

Watch the chaff blow away

In the wind,

The beauty of dust

In sunlight.

Farewell,

Chaff.

Thank you for such a fine job

Of holding wheat

Lightly

For a time.

Thank you for your momentary beauty

In the sunlight.