Writing in the dust

Pharisees circled
Jesus to take him
by his words: he stooped,
and wrote in the dust.

From dirt we come;
to dirt we’ll return, 
we are written,
ourselves, in the dust.

Nothing is written,
no hoof or foot print,
that cannot be written
again in the dust.

Words have no meaning
of themselves, without
context. We set them:
we write in the dust.