Fragments

Tired from the weight of accumulated time

Fragments of identity

Start to loosen and float.

Like dust particles

Going up in the air

when we dust old mattresses

Kept on the loft.

I remember, as a child, being mesmerised

watching them move in the singular light beam

I would never know for sure if,

I was seeing the particles because of the light

Or, the light because of the dust particles.

What fascinated me was also ,

how one little movement or interference in one place

and the entire band of dust moved…like magic!!!

Maybe that is true of the fragments of identity as well.

It is irritating for some time, for sure

The fog, the burning eyes, the itchy skin, the runny nose, the fatigue

But in the end

It is freeing - softening - cleansing;

Time to come down from the loft.