Dirt

change happens
like a transition
in the weather
the unexpected sunshine
that came through the bathwater
competing with the rain light
all that was there
beneath our daily occupations
all that we sensed
if we had time
comes into reality
like the dirt that accumulates
in the corner
attention forced
to the other
to the neglected
truth
the brave
will clean it up
with their hands
the rest
will just leave it behind