Does a baby fear the sea?

I loved to play
in the ocean,
until I stepped
on something
that moved.
Thus was I moved,
to leave the water,
much faster than
my ancestors.

This was surely
a momentary setback.
So I returned one day,
to see a fin moving
slowly, like a hunter.
This was no small matter.
Faster still I hastened
to the shore.

Many times
I have returned,
always feeling for the bottom
and watching carefully
the horizon.