Dust Storm

I feel a kindred soul
To the dust beneath my toes
We both know how it feels
To be walked on
Swept up
Thrown away
We aren’t so different
Both searching for corners
Of peace
Resting where we can
Until life makes us feel
Like we must move on
Many days we wait
The dust and I
For a gentle breeze
To sway us on down the way
Maybe we will find
A greener pasture
Or a place to gather
With like souls
Sometimes I want to be
Scooped up in a dustpan
And blown across the prairies
Until I find so much
Of myself
That I create a storm