Eve

Eve

Today I watched an apple tree grow,
and washed my feet where rivers will flow.
The flowers died but turned to fruit.
The water flows onward, around my boot.

The water changes but always seems cold,
and watching a tree grow, I realize I’m old.
The moment dies but a new one is born,
the apple grows to become woman’s scorn.

For when she covers her Self in shame,
she learns the meaning of hatred and blame.
She learns that water can burn like a flame,
always changing and never the same.

Oh Tree of Knowledge please shake this vision
the story of one woman’s hungry decision.
Turn our hearts instead to the truth,
that all things are changing, like rivers, and youth.






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This poem is from "Bottle in the River" 
                     about a Poet's journey down a river, chasing a bottle
                     tossed by the fingertips of "that I am."
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Written within the parameters of the theory of "Multivalence"