Miner

Miner got so used to looking for the signs

that he forgot what the real thing looked like

There was gold

and then

there was

the evidence of gold

and it got so that the evidence was more exciting

then the prize it pointed to

till one day miner forgot all about the gold

and sought only for signs

and miner didn’t know why

for all the effort

the pocket was empty

the bank account dry

the heart a withered husk

seeking coal over diamonds

crying for the black muck

while the bright dust floated

away down stream

and sank out of sight.

Harnessing Chaos