We travel on the wings
of the wind. We cover
you. Part of us flies.

Part falls. You cannot
Ignore us. We come
From the soul of fire.

We are the remains
Of your civilization,
Of your obsession

With the material.
You cannot shoo us
Away like you would

A buzzing whirring
Yellow jacket.
We are all over you

And inside you now.
We are white. We
Are grey as elders.

We are the particulate
Of what you thought
You owned, possessed.

You touch us and we
Cling to you insisting
You remember Earth

Is home to all of us
Not a burned house.
We are flying. We are

Falling from the winds of
Caprice in the ever arching
Smoke. We make it hard for

Any one to see. You must
Look with your third eyes
Into the worlds of Spirit.

We infiltrate eyes, lungs
With the toxicity you have
Let loose upon our Earth.

We make it hard to breathe.
All the creatures feel the weight
Of us although we are so light.

The earthly beings sneeze
And wheeze. We are the
Remains of the fires. We

Travel on fickle winds, reminding
You we are all connected. We
Cover your cars, your windows,

Your benches, your plans, your hopes,
Your dreams. We are Star Dust.
We are Ash Mothers. You can write

Your life and death on essence. You can
Choke on our redeeming power. You have
No choice but to touch us and to receive

Our path. Follow us. We are returning
You to your beginnings. We are taking
You to your endings. We are all the Earth.

You think we are disposable. We are that
Of which you were created and to which
You shall return. We cannot be undone.

We cover you with the essence of all
That has been incinerated. We are what
Remains of the humans, the animals

Fleeing the fires, of the insects humming,
Birds singing, flowers blooming, grass
Waving, coyotes howling, pumas lurking.

We are telling you be ready. Admit we
Are witnesses bound together in grief, 
fallen from the sky, blanketed with love

Landing on Earth, signaling rebirth.