Eve 2

Your word brought down an apple

In a far-off tree,

Once when your mind

Touched me as a breeze

In childhood, in an orchard`s mildness,

Green shocks of light a frieze

Above me in the moment`s wildness.

I was climbing in a space

That held me in its free embrace,

The chords of the world playing

At my leaning out 

And listening in the patience 

Of a moment that had lasted and had come,

And flowed from you then in a pulse of sun.

How could you have been there?

How can words be made to share

A sense of how strange things are?

How much foreknowledge can we bear?