Coelacanth – a poem

We crawled from the water
like the first legged creatures,
young vertebrates gasping in the sharp air.
Yearning for flight,
we hugged the ground fearfully
and thrust fingers into the raw soil,
mimicking the roots all around us,
but we did not grow.

Darkness stroked the moon-streaked sky,
where stars and rain fell as one.
We saw none of this with our blind cavern eyes,
but we felt the lights sparkle against our upturned faces,
and we swore one day, we would see.


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