Poetry About Eve

Eve wakes where every creature has a name. The garden offers abundance without history. One tree gathers question, warning, and desire. Her hand becomes the hinge of an old story. Centuries will make one woman carry the fall. Still, knowledge opens its difficult dawn.

Look again from the quieter edge. The garden offers abundance without history. A smaller detail changes the whole scene. Her hand becomes the hinge of an old story. Attention loosens the first easy answer. Still, knowledge opens its difficult dawn.

Eve wakes where every creature has a name. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. One tree gathers question, warning, and desire. It returns us to the biblical first woman, curiosity, choice, knowledge, blame, motherhood, and stories about human beginnings. Centuries will make one woman carry the fall. The day continues with a more attentive heart.