HOW THE TIKATAALIK CAME ONTO LANDSomething caught. A stronger jaw,a first digit, a current sweeping the smallerthriving prey to shallow water.Devonian fluke. Nothing simply walked out;nothing wriggled quite like doubton a bare corkboard of thought,so we pinned it down, with gusto.A theory goes that vascular leaveswere shedding in the subtropics,twining and spreading like fishing nets.A theory goes something more than blood and scaleswas needed to stay anchored in the undertow.A theory floats, raises sail.It moves on water that twistsand breaks against itself like a losing team.A dynasty sets. I wanted to say I regretnot having played more baseball.I wanted to say you've been gone a long timefor going to get milk, five minutes you said,and here are your keysand the doors they open like traps.
From Tiny. Frantic, Stronger (2010) by Jeff Latosik.