Articles/Essays – Volume 04, No. 3
Eve
Leaves and fruit were falling
And I only wanted to know
Why this, of all the trees,
Kept alternating greens
And browns and why it dropped
Those ugly pods and stems—
I only wanted to know
Of the roots, the crazy clutch
That broke the ground, the branches
Elbowing into the sun,
The netted leaves, the shoots,
Buds, blossoms, scars—I had
To know this motion I
Could almost see, I felt
Its harboring of life
That somehow is not life,
Of life alive against
Itself! I felt I must
Know why the struggle, why
That little piece of bark
Was flaking off—I touched!
And a branch dropped at my feet
And spoke yes spoke to me
Moving and speaking—oh Gods!
And then it gently twined
My leg and ran its head
Up up my thigh and asked If I were pleased or if
I understood I said
I did not but I wished
To understand the tree
It said to know you must
Partake I did I knew
The tree I was the tree
The branch went in the tree
Again I was the branch
The branch was I I could
Not tell which was the branch!
But I could see! I saw
A country in the mist
Beyond the stream, this garden
Has an end, come eat!
Come see where the river runs
Into a sea of sand!