Evolution cannot be seen except through the hindsight of history,
yet I can feel evolution’s pull extending my form. My being.
Starting out as an embryonic tadpole growing into feelings and intellect,
a woman’s womb akin to the cradle of civilization
the very  heart of the evolutionary process
Why couldn’t man have crawled from murky waters with a slither?
Even today when conception takes place life was once two distinct forms motioned with a
wiggle.
Intellect and feelings combine division and multiplication takes place in the exact same
space. Then inspiration sparks and in the darkness there is light. Each day is an evolutionary
journey, although I cannot see it, I feel it deep within my soul as my spirit breaks through.