“Now the serpent was more crafty than any of the wild animals the Lord God had made. He said to the woman, ‘Did God really say, ‘You must not eat from any tree in the garden’?’ The woman said to the serpent, ‘We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, but God did say, ‘You must not eat fruit from the tree that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not touch it, or you will die.’’ ‘You will not certainly die,’ the serpent said to the woman. ‘For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.’ When the woman saw that the fruit of the tree was good for food and pleasing to the eye, and also desirable for gaining wisdom, she took some and ate it.” -Genesis 3:1-6 (NIV)
You were so lithe, so small.
We shared an elegance, you and I —
an acuity I did not find in Adam.
So I viewed us, vowed us, fastened as friends
for nothing ever seemed amiss in the garden —
all was emerald, juniper, moonstone awake,
a shining under the sun that dazzled without blinding.
For God was like that
when He walked among us,
so tender-softly you could not hear the
blades of grass bend beneath His feet.
You were just as quiet, but not soft.
You came with your violent geometry,
all diamonds and angles and sin,
and from A to B