Garden of Sea and Sand

　　Then We would have made you taste double in life, and double at death

　　As bright as the dark was gloom and hush.

　　As explosive as the down was chains and silence.

　　Welcome to the garden. Welcome to the ocean.

　　Welcome to the mountain. Welcome to the desert.

　　Welcome to perfection. I find myself trailing waterfalls

　　of silk flowers circling up towards the heavens—

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　　ripe and rich like a Thanksgiving spread,

　　colors of sapphire, monarch butterfly, and blushing rose.

　　A meadow prowled by tigers and rabbits.

　　I figured only Eve and her man ever walked here.

　　 I never imagined paradise as a beach, white sand

　　winking like prisms on ice. Or as a sugary

　　city of glass mimicking the shine of planets.

　　Plants hug trees stolen from the uncovered America

　　or the heavy, humid embrace of the South, each

　　glowing like clusters of sun at dusk in the autumn.

　　Adam must have been quite the gardener,

　　constructing a city of rolling, gold grain.

　　Others like me dance up ahead, eyes uplifted

　　to the golden orbs of starry storms, close enough

　　to touch. This feels like first home, the one

　　none but two ran through, tasting the fruits of knowing.