Collect like dark magic
Single celled amoeba
Whose only driving factor
Is the need to multiply
In those places 
Too remote to
Reach through
Conventional means
In recesses
Ignored
Forgotten
Avoided
Until one day
While rooting around 
In those dark places
I come up with a mass 
So complete
In its chaos 
That it might be considered 
A prize
If it weren’t better left
Forgotten

May 2020. Image by Pawel Czerwinski.

Published by J M Greff

J M Greff is the rambling author, trucker philosopher, peace loving hippie, spiritual warrior, backpacking pantheist, wandering minstrel, and poet fool who created A Caravan of One for you. View all posts by J M Greff