[A sonnet. Eve was curious but bold.]

A sonnet.  Eve was curious but bold.

Adam wondered if the branch above

could hold her.  He watched Eve’s body unfold

above and touch the fruit.  “I think this fruit


was made,” she said.  He once

regretted her, so limber, not content

to name.  Chaos of time and dance…

Adam engaged to teach her to relent:


“The stars, their motions false, untimely.  Earth

is here.  The triangle has properties

no matter what.  The mind too can give birth

to number, natural law, mythology.”


The will to teach was gone.  The pomegranate

seeds were gone.  They were gone.  A sonnet.