Almost Without Purpose

From the tiniest speck on
a windshield ..
To something suspended
on the surface
of water and wiped off
with an otherwise
insignificant, oily blue rag ..
To the cry of a bird
or some other creature
perhaps and yes ..
From somewhere else deep
in a forest at night ..
Something that might just
have gone mad or
maybe ignored and unheard ..
But if there’s good
reason and truly a purpose
for everything ..
Then it seems, some things
have barely a reason
and almost, no purpose at all ..