It sits on the top shelf
Gathering
Thoughts
As days
Months
Years go by
Sometimes without disturbance
Collecting its layers of
Mud tracked in
Or
Dandruff rubbed from an itchy scalp
That got caught in the currents
And brought to the top
Of the shelf
Where it sits
Until a chance
Blows by
Tumbling into the air
Catching on sneezes
And sunlight
Making the light a
Solid
Tangible
Kingdom