Filling up the general space

and naming all the rocks,

Mnemosyne

is only delaying

the inevitable;

that we all are the jigsaw,

or just

you and me,

because when a dog barks

and a weed is pulled

and you’re calling my name

all at once – together-

they blend into a new creation,

like mating cats and rabbits,

or selective DNA.  It’s different

every each time,

this combination of flesh, voice,

empathy, circumstance that

it becomes the higher evolution, it’s the tower

of
Babel,

or maybe just the Supreme Being

taking a load off and sitting on the stoop

to smoke.