A man inclines himself towards
He lifts it off the table and raises
It to his mouth.
His mouth opens and his teeth
Are like thirty-two stars in the
Night sky until he starts to savor
The wonderful richness of the thing.
Then his mouth
Is just a mouth and on the table, the fruits
Are round and full
Of liquid and the stem and the skin
And the organs of rich nutrition inside
Are the result of centuries of thought
And centuries of being cultivated in
The same place,
An intellectual milieu which is the earth
The golden globes of apples grow.
The globe of the earth is not so golden,
But the idea of the earth as such
Is the golden apple off the tree,
In the very beginning, Atom, Eve.
Illustration Courtesy of melindainman.com