A creature crept onto the shore Out from the sea primordial. It gasped and gaped, awash in air, In movements most uncordial. Its scaly skin, its saucer eyes, Spoke to a watery past. It gleamed amid the dawning sun In eldritch bombast. The creature looked around in awe At all that lay in sight: The blooming ferns, the churning brook, The clouds in restless flight. The thunder spoke behind it, Restless power in monotone. The creature whirled and looked out On the sea, its former home. How is one to choose Between the future and the past? Did God set this strange creature On a straight and narrow path? There were no answers for us When we crawled out from the sea, But here we are, surviving, In our own naivete.