Evolution In Humans

In quiet thought, I wonder still—

Do humans change, or merely stand still?

It seems our forms begin to shift

Only when we cross the drift—

From place to place, from ground to ground,

That’s when the changes can be found.

Here at home, they say, "You’re just the same,"

As if my soul and skin remain

Untouched by time, unchanged by light,

Invisible beneath their sight.

But when I journey far away,

To lands I knew in yesterday,

They see me different—face and frame,

As if I never stayed the same.

Perhaps it’s not the body’s grace,

But how we’re viewed from place to place.

Those who see you every day

Can’t watch the colors fade to gray,

Can’t hear the whispers age imparts,

Or feel the tremors in our hearts.

I think there comes a certain year

Where change slows down, becomes unclear.

Two or three pass with no great sign—

No taller frame, no sharper line.

Yet underneath, the soul still sways,

And shifts in quiet, hidden ways.

And stranger still, we seek to find

Patterns drawn by a restless mind.

We chase connection, name a thread

Where none was spun, or it has fled.

Our brains, they search, they stretch, they bind—

To give shape to the undefined.