Amoeba Poem by Syed Ahmed Shah

Amoeba
I am an old fashioned man
I write poems the old fashioned way
I soak my nib in vacuum
Under the influence of a psychotic trance
And let the pen loose
On a clean sheet of paper…
The letters
At first like bird droppings
Soil the white sky
Then they start waving their pseudopodia
Altering their original geometric identities
Keeps changing
And changing
Acquiring new meanings
In moving frames of space and time…
Do you have patience with a speck of unicellular microbe…

© Syed Ahmed Shah, Bokultol, Guwahati.