A Garden Story

When we walk among the creatures,
we must name them.

Before there was gender —
where our separation began.

When we left Eden,
thinking now we have free will —
sticky and tacky —
how was that apple, that fig
we hid behind?

The fruit filled our bellies —
guided by the formless,
Infinite of Being,
we left ,
not pushed out
as the story has been told. 

Eve’s light,
Adam’s fear —
she takes him out,
he comes along. 

Following Eve,
listening to Adam —
only then do we
find our way back
to the Garden. 

© Todd Emerson Greenberg – 10/29/2025