
Tiktaalik Rosae, or, If We Were the Earliest Example of a Link Between Fish and Tetrapods Would You Climb onto the Mudflats with Me?
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Your fin-feets newly evolved,
the best in Late Devonian
stylings. It is hot and wet
and we have no words
for trees. They are so new
their leaves are saying
hello to one another.
The air dewy in gulped-
down lungs. We leave
the Age of Fishes. We
flourish in a lane entirely
our own. We are inventing
us in this slime patch.
This could be a huge mistake.
We have no fingers to count
the consequences, no time
to meet our descendants.
Better to be simple fish,
our only thought the tide
breathing us in and out.
Let’s give in and become
crabs again. Let’s push
the horrid beast back in
so there’ll be no apes
or laundry. No thousand
ways of uncaring misery.
But, if I had to choose:
I’d spin from spore to sprite,
have the patience of a planet
curdling to life, to climb
onto the mudflats with you.
Copyright © 2026 by
Kym Deyn

