Evolutionís Aspiration


After each fall,
he stands and moves on,
his resolutions come to naught,
until he ultimately takes decisive action.

Then triumph never tasted so sweet,
as it does following failure since failure.

But his rich rewards remain without value,
until they are shared with all,
and slake the thirst of evolutionís true aspiration.


Each time again there is progress, slow,
in achieving the true resolve of time/space life.

As he charts the wide oceans of knowledge,
he sees his cup of wisdom shrink and shrink.


He is an evolutionary animal,
urged along the burdensome road to perfection,
and drinking from but a thimble, still.


George Barnard