All species evolve. This means there is a kind of progressive tension between a creature and its environment. Some extend the word evolution to mean we humans advance morally or spiritually. This poem considers these ideas.


Reaching beyond reach
we jump from the water
walk barefoot on sand
our hair flying in the wind
and even standing on the moon
our hearts still ache


2 responses to “Evolution

  1. Perhaps. In the time scale of the universe we are but infants. Maybe our species struggles, cries and makes such a fuss to get more mother’s milk from the universe itself. Or, perhaps this ache is the cry that something is not right no matter what we seem to achieve and it will always be with us.

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