Seeing that millipede crawl 

across my office floor,

I wonder if he’s searching for

 some decomposing matter.

There’s nothing decomposing here 

except unproductive patterns,

and outdated points of view.

Sadly, on many days

there’s not even much of that. 

I gently pick him up

and go outside. I place him

 near those well-mulched bushes,

feeling an unexpected kinship

with this decomposition seeker.

                                                                                          JDG