March 7, 2014

Adam and Eve Again


We could gather at that coffee shop you love
and after a currant scone and a second cup
I could say to you: I’ll be Adam, and you can be Eve
and we’ll run naked through the orchard free

We could relish our innocence fresh and unaware
as we plucked berries and sat sunlit, grass on skin
discovering again what our bodies were made for
and why we loved being just ourselves so

I could follow a slick snake down the unbeaten path
and you could stop and listen to his cues and queries
we could follow him to the tree of knowing
and eat and slurp the juice from our lips and chins

Then we would know and know that we know
and we would cover up and blush and hide ourselves
from our true selves, from the holy within and without
we tumble and fall and lose the gate key and walk on

Later, when grace appears and envelops us as love
we give thanks that we failed and know we failed
we celebrate the necessary falling, the loss of naiveté,
the maturity of becoming, the letting go of became

Next morning we rise and walk out fully dressed
we gather at the café, smiling at our hidden nude selves
and I say to you: I’ll be Adam, and you can be Eve
and you nod and sip and off we go again into the day

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