The Dust is My Home

The Dust is My Home

Kate Chupp

The dust is my home, my beginnings and end.
Nose to the earth, inhaling low and slow,
I breathe powdery belonging, fine rubble of the heavenly,
coal-colored traces of what was and what will be.

Nose to the earth, inhaling low and slow,
I smell fruity green, original gardens,
carbon traces of what was and what will be,
places where I long to live again.

I smell fruity green, original gardens.
I breathe powdery belonging, fine rubble of the heavenly,
places where I long to live again. 
The dust is my home, my beginnings and end.

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Kate Chupp
Writer & Human Rights Student

Kate has been published in Opus Magazine and has written for The Anchor . More of her work can be found at katechupp.com.

Photography by Lazar Mihajlovic