Slant

Down in the corner
Of the casita
Where sun hits the floor,

Right now, this angle
Of an afternoon,
The illumined dust

Is bright as a cliff
At sunrise, as bright
As cathedral light

After a bombing.
So much detritus.
Not enough credit

Is given to drifts.
You study orbits,
Circuits and spirals,

Nurseries of stars,
Tottering empires,
Scalar exotics

Like Mandelbrot Sets
And Fibonacci
Golden whatevers.

But what are fossils,
What are moving dunes,
What are waves themselves

But drifts piling up?
Look how these precise
Details spread through dust.