Stranger’s Manifesto

Entry 1

I am a speck of dust

Invisible to the naked eye—

Unless the sun glances against me just so

And you see for a moment

That I am one of many.

Flecks. Floaters. Dust parachutes.

Dirt in the air.

Do you know

That you are bumping into me?

That you are surrounded by me?

That you are breathing me?

And then you are contaminated.

Infected by what is me.

We are not so different,

You and I.

You just don’t know it

Yet.