Genesis

Let me start with 1, a fine day.

I take it as the rhythm

in which a single song can’t be alone.

When I say 2, we smile together

as love arrives, with longing.

Love as the bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh.

3 is all the rest, earth and soil, the greater part,

so many sons, daughters, orchards and fragrant cypress, though I love it

I still am not content.