Eden on Edge

Today the sky slipped me a secret.

She opined that

I will know no joy

apart from hearing

swans’ wings beating as Bach

aside from seeing

wave wrestling wave

without smelling

fresh baking kissing coffee

and tasting

salt on skin


flesh shiver at the intuition of

whirling oaks
and burning bush
and Eden on edge.

6 thoughts on “Eden on Edge

  1. Mary Irene says:

    I love the flow of this….thank you!

  2. shoreacres says:

    All I could think was, “Eden certainly is on edge.” I’ve never precisely thought of our nations as Eden, but in certain ways they have been. I’ve had to begin avoiding certain blogs, certain people, certain news outlets, just because I can feel myself tempted toward getting into the fray, even though I know it will be useless.

    That’s when those simple pleasures you write about become so important. They’re grounding — tokens of a more civilized time.

    • agjorgenson says:

      Simple pleasures most certainly give us perspective, and hope too, in a way. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind with the phrase, but I like this reading: every nation has a rich and deep myth, or myths, that sustains it, and at times this is sorely tested.

  3. I had in mind a poem of a similar vein, actually, but am glad you beat me to it. This is wonderful and I love the ending.

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