Warm Alkaline Hydrothermal Vents

Yeh, I saw you sitting there
Like a croc in the shallows,
That late Sunday afternoon
Near beginning of winter,
As if, whatever you caught,
Automatically guilty:
Crime of being catchable.

This started so long ago,
In the magic chemistry
Of coincidental Earth,
Clump of distance coalesced
As clusters of bombardments,
Strong anthropic principle,
Knife-edge balanced to cut us.