And kneeling one day at the sea's edge God
scooped a fist of mud from the earth and pressed it
into a shape called man. Its coldness spread
like an ache through his fingers and as He
stooped to warm them by chance a small
cloud of breath seeped into the shape and it lived.
But by and by when the sun was high up
in hte sky man began to crack and fall
into pieces. Then God lifted some salt
water into his cupped hands and called it
woman, smoothing it into the fractured clay.
Now whenever man got hot he hankered for
a long cool sip from woman and she
assented sometimes wanting a place
to rest safe from the tireless assaults
of the wind and craving for a while
a different sort of medium to move in.