Snake in the Garden

June 21, 2011




There was a snake in that garden.

We sat so carefree...
Seeing the sunrise coming over the horizon...
Feeling the new dew on our arms...
Breathing the mist in the air...
Smelling the grass and blossoms
As a faint perfume rose from them.
It was a lovely lovely day.

There was a snake in that garden.

We shared shy smiles
And talked our small talk
And took in all that was new
Letting the breeze play its games
Around us...
In us...
Spreading our wings to feel the wind...

There was a snake in that garden.

We heard its rattle...
And we chilled.

Our footsteps... were now careful...
No quick moves...
No startling noise...
No brave disturbance...
Just careful caution...
Knowing it could strike at will...
Without warning...
From its safe place...
Somewhere in the rushes...
Somewhere in the undergrowth...
Somewhere in the unseen.

The snake... became the garden.
It was no longer a garden...
It was a snake's hiding place...
Its home somewhere... there...
It owned the garden...
Through sunrise and sunset...
It's unseen presence... owned our garden...
Kept us from it.
Somewhere... where?
Where was that snake today?
Where had it made its home?

The flowers... wilted in the sun...
The fruits... left to the birds...
The weeds came to rule
In that lovely garden
That the snake owned...
Somewhere in the undergrowth
Waiting to strike.
Where... was it?
Where... was it?
It held back our hands.
Caution ruled our souls...
That snake ruled even us.

In the deep parts of our hearts
We knew the power of that snake
And held back...
Staying... safe...
Staying... safe...
Until it showed its slimey self
And grandly exited its hell hole.




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