And on the third day, God separated the land
from the sea. Oceans rushed in to fill
the dry void. Life took its maiden breath.
For the first time in the history of the Universe
there was something to drink, something to splash,
something to drown in. The land broke apart.
Continents fossilized from driftwood and rock.
Hadal snailfish, vampire squids, and gulper eels
began their hauntings. Marine snow fell
on the summits of underwater volcanoes.
Rift valleys tugged open Creation's seams
at the rate of one inch per year. Enamored
tides brought gifts of globsters to windswept coasts.
Eons passed imperceptibly. And that is the story
of how there came to be three thousand miles,
more or less, between you and me.