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
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.