2001

I confess I miss
my time at the garden
with its bliss
of unawareness of the burden.

Sitting by, working and eating
on the same table,
wishes alone determined my walking,
much lighter,
much higher
and in a sense more stable,
a ballerina in motion.

Welcomed by peers
and loved by teachers,
things were not always even,
but there was always an option.
There I first heard of heaven
and tasted of kin.
Yet that was my Eden
without a single sin.

26/06/2020