STUPID EVOLUTIONARY

The surface of the deep
was over. Was upon. Long swaths 
of moans growing gingerly, plowing 
and animating the floor. 
The first ferns latched to cast down
stones. So breached dying. Not much 
sayable about that. Darkness was 
and so arose mandibles. 
Difference. Parenthood. Rain. 
Light, that dubious glance
of a harpoon in the mirror
of the sky. Facts glow. Afloat in a bowl
rich with governing suds. It all froze 
and erased. The waves greened.
Follow that crawling
all the way to consequence. Out 
onto the mudflats…what looks
more and more like us

Bella Moses is a poet from Santa Fe, New Mexico. Her recent work can be found in Ballast and Right Hand Pointing. She lives in Western Massachusetts where she is an MFA candidate at UMass Amherst and serves as the managing editor of Slope Editions.