The Egg Or The Fish With Legs Dilemma

I feel a curious recognition When I happen to hear the sound of heartbeats Magnified in a room, bouncing around the walls, Amplified by microphone or boom-box; Or a whooshing of water thru guttural pipes Pumping rhythmically along the sluice gates. The man in the next room is expounding on how God is not like a human being; this much is really known, He says, a self-improvised authority; God has no wife, or children (delivered with sarcastic aplomb) I wish that I could take him back again to the womb Those nine months or so of suffusive silence Counterpoint to the furious pounding of the maternal surf Amid the watery rocking of the amniotic cradle; And the thundering cacophony both night and day, Of some overhead metronome, thumping away- I doubt he could come, fresh from that egg primed hatchery And declare that human beings are not like God.