Perpetual Playa
By Constance Hull
07.31.03
You will never be rid of the playa, What unique aroma! You ate it! It's become part of you, Art thou dust? True! Dust thou art,
Also by this author: PlayAffirmation
It turns up when so least expected,
Sometimes,
When you need it
The most.
That dusty film,
Grins back on each surface and fiber
Of all that beheld
Black Rock City.
You inhaled it.
Infused deeply into your lungs,
It crept silently into your heart,
While it fed your very soul.
Perpetually imbedded,
On a molecular level.
It will never leave you,
It's now your DNA.
Thou art dust!
So softly taunts and beckons,
Art.
Dust.
And, unto dust, you shall return.
Ah, yes, dear friend
It's time to go back.
Home!
By Constance Hull
A poem about rekindling the flame.
