This poem came from the February 7, 2012 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from
janetmiles. It was sponsored by Shirley Barrette. Reality is what remains after you try to disbelieve it ...
Truth in Theory and Practice
Soot settles on tree trunks,
darkening the forest until
the white moths stand out and are eaten.
Charcoal wings cling safely in dim crannies.
Forests turn to suburbs;
wolves and dogs and coyotes
come together in the summer heat, breeding
new hunters for these strange cement trails.
The climate warms, and winter
loses its ability to drive the Canada geese to and fro;
they settle down in borrow pits and parking lot drains,
honking at traffic and demanding treats.
Evolution is truth,
not merely in theory but in practice,
busily going about its work all around us
whether we notice it or not.