Worthiness

There you are, metallic sunlight

illuminating dust suspended in air

that hangs like today’s decisions,

approximately 35,000, in fact.

Where will the settled dust

reveal my fingerprints?

Have I done enough? I only know

I have done enough wondering.

Once in awhile, I remember

the senselessness,

enough to ignite dust

into a bright firework 

of shimmering ashes 

asking to be briefly admired,

before fading into the ink of the night.