A sonnet. Eve was curious but bold.

A sonnet.  Eve was curious but bold.



Adam wondered if the branch above



could hold her.  He watched Eve’s body unfold



above and touch the fruit.  “I think this fruit



 



was made,” she said.  He once



regretted her, so limber, not content



to name.  Chaos of time and dance…



Adam engaged to teach her to relent:



 



“The stars, their motions false, untimely.  Earth



is here.  The triangle has properties



no matter what.  The mind too can give birth



to number, natural law, mythology.”



 



The will to teach was gone.  The pomegranate



seeds were gone.  They were gone.  A sonnet.