an ode to dust

Small specks that look like sand
That coat my doors and clothes and car
And float through the air like smoke
That make me hold my breath and slowly breathe as I walk to the mailbox;
Even there your presence is visible as the lid showers all beneath with the residue.
Almost invisible on its own but when gathered with friends creates a monstrous harmony that we simply try to swipe away with cloth and shine, but you return and return and return.
When in the absence of your enemy the rain you multiply and billow behind cars and trucks and envelope my house, car, and being even more.
You aggravate me, and yet it is from you that I am made and to where I will one day return.