On the anniversary Adam coaxed Eve,
complaining, distracted, to the clearing
for the invented ritual.
He had been uneasy since,
repeating actions in certain ways as if,
had he got things just so,
THAT might be taken back.
She too had organized a routine
around planting, milking, nursing--
also the same. Yet she was satisfied.
But now there was this extra thing,
and Adam killing the new lamb
to which Cain, now crying,
had been so attached.
The kindle sparked uncertainly
as he blew gently through cupped hands.
The fire gradually caught
and he lifted the lamb onto the grate.
Together they then stood
staring into the rising smoke,
Adam squinting for a shape, a sign,
the image of himself.
Copyright © CHRISTOPHER BOWEN | Year Posted 2019