Evolution Poem by RIC BASTASA

used to be plain
understandable instructions
like a manual
of what to do
when the times get rough
or when so in love

and you like it
others say it is so obvious
and to the taste
buds, numbing and to the
nerves so boring

and then time has a way of
feeding you
its evolutionary coping up
mechanisms

from a mole you
turn things into a hill

a tadpole to a whale
a breeze to
a storm

no rules now
no guides to follow suit
just plain
rambling like a boat tossed
by the stormy sea

and deep down under
the sea
this sinking comes like
a true
phenomenon

corrals and fish and
electric eels
and ocean floors

mermaids dance
and some Britons
a Triton

a palace under the
sea
Atlantis reborn

now, it is you so different
and yet so equipped

and so misunderstood
like a river without banks.