several
religiosos
at the table next to me
a different
set
than usually have their discussions
here
in the morning
and i’m overhearing -
life is a closed arc
one says,
or did he say
life is a closed heart,
either way,
there is a poem in both
but i can’t write it today
because today
i’m more concerned
about the false spring
that’s about to burst in on us,
little buds
poking their little green heads
out
from the trees
poor little babies
born too soon
& soon to die as winter
returns
later this week
poor little babies
born to die
in
in the seasonal mysteries
and lies of life
as are we all in our day
and time
and one of the preachers -
the tall
white haired one
who looks so much like a Lutheran preacher
that there is no way in his life
he could be anything else -
he says,
men and women
are not born evil, the fall
from the garden,
he suggests,
was not due to some original sin
but development
of a knowledge of self,
this naked, hairless
human creature
who had never known
either self or other
suddenly knowing both,
and from self-consciousness,
self-interest
and ego
and positioning of self
above all else,
the fall
not from some mythical garden
but from the universal soul,
becoming one alone
and distinct
and lonely in its divorce
from the greater all,
like the buds, aborning and dying,
all part of a greater truth,
while we,
the fallen, birth
and death on our own,
then,
having done our penance
of life as ourself
return from exile
to the garden
of all undivided

