Our very beginning,
unsullied people,

sweetened womb

fed by the fruit of the
garden of the world.

Consider Eve—
exile on an alien world.

dark days lit by an
illiterate moon,

her choices hurting

betrayed by the fruit of the
garden of the world.

We are inexperienced in life,
in dire need of teaching.

We must look for the teachers
above, below, alive, giving

sustenance for body and mind
the plants are telling stories

we must open our ears and listen.