Out of the Sea

Out of the Sea

I’ve heard it said that

Long ago, we came out of the sea.

If that is true, it would have happened at the shoreline

Where the wet meets the dry.

In the gritty admix where

Sand is liquid and ocean is solid.

In the tumbled grains that swirl

In the massive wetness that can drown

Or sustain. 

We, of primitive form, so long ago

Unaware of all but survival.

Still, knowing somehow,

Before we even knew about arms,

that we were destined to embrace.

Before we could conceive of legs,

that we were meant to run.

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