evolution

If I had known, then
I would have given
it a new name
that squatting toad
my eyes saw you
become with tongue
thick and sticky
desperate flicking, searching
the air for any flying thing
you could eat
in the immediate
area of your space.

You caught me
in a reverie
back to the time
when our pool
was a wild habitat
to many generations
of singing tree frogs.


They gathered at night,
a chorus of lullabies
with one oddball
who refused to sing
with the others,
always croaking
off beat, off pitch.
I often thought
it was just a rebel
flexing its otherness
desiring to hear
it's own voice, apart.

I egged it on
giving up sleep
to listen, to know
what would happen
to the little frog's experiment.

One dark moon,
the little frog
disappeared.

I imagined the
chorus of others
forced it away
and it had set out on
a dangerous journey
searching for a pond of ones
whose rhythm and pitch
matched its own.

But I remember now,
as I watch you
crouched on
thick thighs,
locked close to
the muddied earth,
that little frog
never left at all.

I imagine now,
it became
a quiet lizard
warming itself
in the sun.

Reviews

[JRB]

insight seen with eyes open, closed thoughts fade fast,

[emz]

What a lovely poem.... i feel like its about not fitting in with the crowd... reminicent of the ugly duckling.. instead he turned into a beautiful lizard enjoying the sun. Thats just my interpretation... Quality x

[A.r. Bazian]

i loved it!
i really did!

i do not personally believe in the whole theory of evolution!
i do think its reasonable on some part!

but your poem... is deeper than the idea of imagination! its a lot more personal!
experimental!

keep it up
i would love to read more