dust devils…

sometimes
when i walk
along these trails
there’ll be a swirl of dust
without
any appreciable breeze
i’m
i’m certain
it’s just some
thermal anomaly
but
i would swear
just for an instant
i see a face
within the pattern of dust
a set of sad eyes
peering out at me
with such a
wanting look
that i feel
a heaviness
like someone
or something
so ancient
was crying out to me
of course
i know that
couldn’t be
i mean that whole
dust to dust thing
is just a poetic
metaphor