Mitochondrial Eve

Looking back, a convergence,
In bones, in marrow, in blood.
History
All the Evers, that ever were

Looking forward, branches bud
Eyes flash, cheeks brash, voices crash.
Discordant,
widening this space between us

This space grows, overripe with
holding, reaching, wanting more
A leaving.
I was always, never prepared

Nevertheless, nostalgic
This divide, this rejection, this
Mitosis
Validating the space between us.

This ending begins
This beginning ends