The Apex

There is a single “main line” of evolution, culminating in “man.”

The Apex by Theresa C. Newbill

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Microbes joined the pull of water
over a restless lake, slowly whirling
into the secular air, hungry for its
pure smell.

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Daylight faded into cold nights
charged by an electricity that
exposed the elusive truth of
science.

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Evolution lit the horizon with
a natural glow where mists of
sands began to fall, startled by
time.

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The clouds and winds changed
color, bestowing their heart's force
with darts and dots of muscle,
skin and bone.

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Space vibrated over blues and
greens where the drinking heads
of the bison leaned back against
painted nudes.

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Instant sprays of sweet white
sank into sheets of brown-red
earth, the milky spill of the
pulsating moon.

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Androgynous stars fermented
the power of genetic
knowledge while all life
flourished.

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We've always known this
place. It's where the two
rivers merged, linked by the
nostalgia of firelight.