Charles David Heim [Prime8]

At a desk facing west drinking hot English tea,
Man sits scribbling by flicker in a notebook scribed "B".
Stroking line after line with quill dipped in ink,
The tree of life springs and two words, "I think".

He takes to the seas like a migrating seagull,
observing the world from the HMS Beagle.
Collecting the proof of the start through divisions
from finches and bees and abundant rock pigeons.