Mist-In-Her

To the Circuit of Energy permeating the garden, sustaining the canopy permeate Washing through with waterfalls, cascading rivers, and upwelling springs the fermement Was magically darkened when Eve took her classes at Satan’s grove Where one tree (or gate or pedestal) stood, and the devil appeared like hand in glove To capture her attention, draw her away from her programmed obligations Little did she know that the devils deal would lead to abnegation Of her rightful role as a helpmate, swquaw and poets wife To rule as co-creators, in innocence, with her husband – Adam – and without strife Although the invitation to new knowledge might have raised her curiosity peaked ‘Perhaps’, she thought, ‘only to have this new experience’ would raise her from meek Humility. And give her new insight into helping her man: new insight new skills How was she to know that the tree of good and evil would not fulfill Any decent role in sustaining the garden, or giving of strength Had she known that she would be banned from paradise, and removed a full length From the easeof leisure, the peac of pleasure, which passes all understanding What a tragedy then, when she engaged the devil without comprehending The consequence of taking that fatal action, to partake In the fruit and lust of the wicked tree: when after she began to fake The full collapse of her station to assist the 1st Man, her original matrimony She had, perhaps unwittingly disrupted her union with man, and sundered its harmony With the role of Adam as a spokesman and poet was now broken The life from before, when he merelyspoke and observed had become a token Memory. Speech itself a vestige of what life had been when it was perfect For Eve had introduced vast new knowledge through her dalliance when the devil depicted A fuller knowledge of all the trees of the garden once fecund Now all that once gave life in full, a mere second To Eves infinite question; to probe the everlasting and to question From what source, and what deep came the gall of God’s order not to mention The mercurial things that she had seen in Eden, the sweet lull and whisper And perhaps her fall, the devils gambit settled the mist-in-her