evolution is a concatenation of errors,
compromises

the necessity
of a few things
that can't be justified

some for the caves
some for the trees

consequences of consciousness
a recent rearrangement

imitating the sounds of the world
in abbreviated homage

I want a smooth and shiny
rapt in admiration
pulsing in place
eddying with inspirational drift
laughing
with the poems of raindrops
landing

I can't hold quiet enough
to keep the rock
from chastising me with echo

you say “a long life,”
I laugh

patina
becomes part of the pattern