Wednesday, August 27, 2008


my mind, like an amoeba
begins to shift itself,
wrap itself around an idea,
a concept,
a problem,
a person;

probing pseudopodia
into its crevices,
trying to penetrate it,
surround it,
digest it,
absorb it.

sometimes too large to take in,
it has to snake its reach,
grope blind to find a back door,
a way through,
a way round,
a way in.

seeking for a way in vain,
it hesitates awhile,
is first given pause, then it
makes a start,
moves along,
leaves behind.

1 comment:

don't be emily said...

like this one. Somehow the repetition of short lines is like the arms of the amoeba...interesting...