Devolution

Devolution

We pull from water to land
land to tree
tree to you and me
with but small change
always fighting, fleeing
eating, sleeping
procreating
repeating
me first
you last
mine matters
you but rung on ladder
to get me higher
or snack to slow monster
so I get away faster.

Yet we link atoms
ply plastic
weave wampum
fan tastic
walk on moon
braid electron
split light
site elastic
and lie with ease
we are our own disease.

We come from oneness
in probability plane
yet grab for space
in none numbness
entangle time
demand spotlight
trample tribe
hold tight
to special someness.

This poem is mine
but I didn’t write it
I’m just ink
to help you sight it
if cows were kings
and kings but coy
I’d ride my remorse
and become a coyboy

— Smith, 4-20-2011