‘We are one of those globs in the period of time between nothing and nothing and wondering about it’. Isaac Asimov, Science Digest




In the backroom of nothing

No reason or rhyme

Not forgotten or gotten

Is there one glob of slime?


Glob cannot be lonely_

Is he alone

To let out or let in

A soliliquous moan?


Glob cannot be sure

Things are what they seem.

Is each thought real

Or is it a dream?


Is he trusting in luck

To give him a break_

A chance, accidental,

Molecular shake?


Does he have the potential

Does he wish in his mind

To evolve to a fish, frog,

Dog, even mankind?


Glob should not be proud

Or ashamed of his slime

Something could happen

Just give it time.