Eve

It just wasn't made clear. It was unfair
really. Putting a giant tree like that
right at the hub of our garden. Ripe, fat
apples, and leaves lighted like green glass; where
could we have strolled without being aware
of it? And that snake, with eyes like a cat
and broad boned as a man, knew so well what
to say. I think all Eden was the snare.

But when we ate, it seemed a fertile wheel
formed around us, with all of life convening
at that sweet core. There were no miracles,
but for one instant everything was real
and clear; we even understood the meaning
of all those names we'd given the animals.