We sprouted gills to keep from drowning.
We developed an appetite to emaciate death.
Then we emerged from the waters.
The sand felt pleasant beneath our feet.
The trees were beautiful in our sight.
But the sun — we did not fathom.
Nothing could match the rage at losing
Our buoyancy to a dying star . . . .

Copyright 2011 by Michael Marsters.
All rights reserved.


10 thoughts on “Origins

  1. There are two things I really like about this poem: that it suggests the whole sweep of history and prehistory, but could also be about just two people (I don’t know if you meant that, but that’s what it says to me); also, I really like the way the poem moves suddenly from feeling ‘safe’ (pleasant sand and beautiful trees) through to ‘rage’ in such a short space of time. It’s lovely just to read too, even without thinking about its various meanings.


    1. In a way, it is a binary conflict: between humans and nature…but it certainly could be applied to human conflicts…relationships of one sort or another…certainly people are capable of going from love to hate very quickly…
      Thank you for your thoughts 🙂


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