I see it clearly now.
I see, now
that I am not Adam
straining for the touch
of the divine.
I see, now
that you too
are born of clay—
clay that will age,
weather,
& crack in the Sun.
I see, now
that love is water.
I see, now
that though
we will perish,
first
we will flourish,
for we
are made of Earth,
and to the Earth
we shall return—
but briefly beautiful
we will be.