William Michaelian: Another Hard Day

Tired but sociable,
I strike up a conversation
with a grain of dust
sitting on my work table.
We share a smoke, talk politics,
solve the world's problems.

Little by little,
the sun goes down,
the room darkens.
My friend stretches, yawns,
says it's time for bed.
Another day tomorrow, he says.

We both sigh.
I open the window for some air,
then hear a tiny aaaaaaahh!
followed by
the faintest, saddest
thud imaginable.

January 10,2002.


Copyright William Michaelian; used here by kind permission of the author.