Creation

I hear they think we came from the sea,
slowly, crawling out past tidal pools
and beaches, taking ten thousand years
to cross a single grain of sand.

But what if we were thrown from the sea,
driven ashore by an impatient god,
working quickly so he could return
to meditations in a lotus flower.

What if in the moments it took
to leave the narrow strand
we learned to sense and turned,
looking back at our own footprints.

Then, gazing past the sands,
we saw foam on a cresting wave,
and thought how it looked
like a galloping white stallion.