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.