This poem was supposed to be for week 1 of the Poetry Picnic, but I didn’t get it done on time, so instead I humbly submit it to Thursday Poet’s Rally (two weeks later). Let me know what you think!
Dear Adam and Eve
Dear Adam and Eve,
Are you real or make-believe?
Did you exist in connubial bliss,
in a garden where only peace exists?
Or were you a seed implanted in
imperfect man’s head
to explain all the living and dead?
Myths spread to the ears of babes,
generation upon generation,
a scribe writes and it passes to nations.
Did fiction become truth?
Was it 6 thousand -or 6 million-years ago,
you clothed yourselves in tree leaves
and from paradise told to go?
Why today your children suffer the same?
Our forebears’ sin forever our bane.
Or were you not Adam and Eve,
of dust and rib conceived?
Instead bang and poof,
apes learn to live under a roof.
A new world constantly changing,
new insects for the naming.
Life made by God either way?
Only God and fossils can really say.