My Little Eden

My little Eden -- before the fall a screened porch in the shade of an ancient overarching fig tree small wonder Adam and Eve needed only one each to hide their new nakedness -- chicks in their spring nests chirping away, feeling nurtured and protected oblivious to the serpent apples not his only ripe fooled by his appealing strutting fruited limbs and tasty appearance, Lucifer, the cat, a black joke of mine, stirs in my lap only slightly -- he is asleep for full – while I, a rival fig picker, finish my second cup of coffee… my Eden has a thousand garden poems and their seasons, come and gone, one would think both heaven and hell satiated by now the many morbid failures and bright triumphs~ despite the thick foliage I try to write of dappling sunlight, dabbing word-glistens, here and there, on my crinkly old face unkempt growth bleached but yet hopeful