it was dust there was dust we were dust. out there out where no-body knows our name out here. we were dust out there racing rampant on old dusty highways roads carved in mud and stone marked by our blood and our hands places where no-one knows your name and your birth and your life your marriage your kids will be swallowed by dust fading away as soon as your breath wavers. out where your legacy and your heroes are fictions you created and you used to find comfort and solace in the fact that you were dust and we were dust and soon, someday, all of us will be swallowed, swallowed by the dust that runs over miles and miles of broken earth. smile shhh– it’s ok as they touch your hands and braid your hair paint you with the echoes of dust dust dust shhh– don’t worry, watch them and smile watch us and smile because some day soon you’ll meet us too over and over on old desert highways you’ll find us as dust clouds your eyes because maybe, – we never really left. sometimes I know we were there breathing and fighting for something real. sometimes we are more than just apparitions muted and blurred by stagnating dust. sometimes I can see us as we run clothes and hair pulled by the wind sun, glinting off our soles as we race on and on I can see us through the dust and with the dust don’t look back see the sky and the ground and– us we are one one and another one and the same bound to each other out here out there where we were dust where we are dust thrown by the ages over rusty broken earth.
Kora Villa is an Australian teenager studying sport sciences and philosophy at The University of Sydney whilst working part time. Her true joy stems from playing football (soccer) and running, activities that she eagerly employs to fill her spare time. Since she was a child, Kora has used the exploratory and unconfined medium offered by poetry to engage personally and impersonally with the emotions and experiences that define what it means to be human.
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