Stealth

In the quiet of the evening

sun rays slant across the floor

shadowing doors and chairs

backlighting dust motes that drift from sun to shadow always floating just out of reach, too light for me to catch before they land on the picture frame for a dandelion chain or sunflower suggesting that dust bunnies collected under beds and sofas have been borne of these fluffs of innocent stealth that seem to disappear as the sun sets.

“We are but dust and shadow.”

~ Horace, The Odes of Horace