Alone AgainAlone for so long.
Was it out of
desperation
that you made the man
out of dust
and a little water?
Another voice
after so many forevers.
"a horse"
"a lion"
"a cow"
"a lamb"
And it was good.
"But, where is mine?"
Even then
you were not enough.
"Where is mine?"
So you made the woman
out of the man.
And it was good.
Such a time.
You were intoxicated
by your success,
by the love so much
that you barely noticed the crack.
Just a by the way,
"Don’t eat that."
Not thinking
that they ever really would
or even want to.
But they did.
And you, barely able to contain your rage
and disappointment,
cast them
out of paradise.
The death of innocence.
The beginning of sorrow
The beginning of pain,
as the shockwave of separation parted creation.
And you found yourself
alone again.