Shunned At A Funeral - Dust Devil

I was walking through the middle of a
Nowhere town, counting my steps
With my eyes cast down.
Dust on my
Boots, heat in my veins, every
Mile just looked the same
I learned how to travel light, carry my
Fear like a birthright.
Told myself
I was doing fine, just drawing
Breath, one more line.
I didn't see it
Rising in the distance
Didn't hear it call my name
Just a traveler in the silence
Like dry ground tasting rain
Then the dust
Devil hit me sideways
Knocked the head
Off my head
Wind in my
Hair wild
And breathless, shook the dead clean
Out of my chest.
I was one thing then