Rain showers gently along the old dirt patch Cleared and smoothed by a thousand other feet Over the decades, past and to come. I move unhurried as I lift up my head And, tongue free, drink in the cool manna Until I come upon an outcropping by the road. Massive flat stones balance on each other To form a shelter. Dripping, I collapse Onto its carpet of soft, brittle fuzz And take in the thick, cold taste Of mass and dirt newly fed. Rough, ragged speckled stones Warm slightly at the touch As I breath heavily, ever softer, And look out on the grey and green land That grows darker by the second Until nothing shows in the blackness, Save a flash and a shatter. Then silence When my eyes crack open, All is white. The breeze’s kiss stings. I hold out a hand to the open air And watch a single pale speck Fall into my palm. A single pinch And it’s gone.