Now It Doesn't Matter

 

 

Now It Doesn't Matter

                                    

An orb of iridescent light

striding off into the dark of night
Glances down at the spots on the

ebony cloak it has donned tonight.    

Some specks of cosmic dust is all,
so small as not to matter.
No time to pause and flick them off,

It will have to wait til later.

Each insignificant little speck,
in it's own elliptical path, felt
smug in thinking it the leader.

The atmosphere around their world

neglected for so long
was to be their biggest downfall

The cloak is shook, the specks are gone.
Now it doesn't matter.

 

By: Mary Jo Holder