(ONCE IN A LIFETIME SIMILAR TO THIS ONE) INSPIRED BY THIS PHOTO OF JEN WILLIAMS...
THE SOUND...
Once we were kids in a garden, we laughed we played.
The animals and we, cohabitation complete.
Once we walked next to God.
They say there was no rain.
We infinite.
We born of the cosmos God and the universe Goddess.
It was inevitable that we would challenge our makings and grow.
They would call this growth modern, we in these times while forgetting that once even the wheel was new.
Mans love so deep that man feeling it would bite of forbidden fruit.
Accept death and all the consequences of knowing.
All a man's soul and he would slay lions to prove his prowess... his cunning.
He indebted to you on mitochondrial levels.
You embedded in his very cellular.
You standing beside him as his nations fell and rose.
As pyramids were built of and on Terra firma.
As skyscrapers rose and towered above.
Monuments to him wanting to touch the sky.
Symbols of his manhood.
Monkey bars and swings in the middle of metropolis.
Children's laughter ringing off concrete. Bullets and handguns.
Death and destruction interspersed with the still miraculous birth.
Who are we to be, what are we?
Savage beast or sane man?
Boy or girl? Woman or man?
So much confusion in the garden where once even you and I were innocent kids.
A JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
