Maybe we're all just specks of dust
Lying on an old dresser
Waiting for someone to open a window
For someone to shake a bedsheet
And throw us into the air
To get our few seconds of spotlight

We rise, glinting in the sunlight's beam,
A constellation in a forgotten room,
Dancing to the rhythm of a careless breeze,
Free, if only for a fleeting moment.

Perhaps we settle back too soon,
Clinging to surfaces that never knew us,
But for that brief ascent, we were stars—
A story, if only in the eyes of light.

And maybe that’s enough:
To shimmer, instantaneously,
to let the world carry us
where it wills,
Knowing even dust
Has its time to shine.