Since first we rose from ocean’s active mud,
since fins became the bending of legs,
since legs hadn’t yet the strength,
since rays of sun glimmered on golden banks
since the atoms of Earth first cooled to shape,
we dragged ourselves from the watery waves
to feet, and stood on electromagnetic fields
announcing we, we are the architects of fate—
drawing beyond the lines of time,
and seeing what couldn’t have been by eye.
We are the builders building an unbroken chain
that links legs formed in puddles to the minds
that would see us among the stars
as fish arising from yet another puddle.