Vitamin Dust

It is time
to wash our van.
The grime, in layers stands.
The poor rig - it's traveled
many
long
miles
from where its once began,
and surely longs to be clean.

But see, this dust, right here?
It is treasured dust,
dirt from whence we came;
and in the evening light
I've watched it fade
and sparkle
and gleam
like a thousand flecks of gold.

And oh, dear, how I fear
the day that gold dust goes!

It's like a blanket -
securely ensconsing this trip
in the wonderful cloak of the past.

But ...it is time.

Soon, soon, I'll wash this van,
and our dusty, dingy
ride will shine
with the taunting red gleam
of the untraveled roads
left to find.