after some days, toward evening,
He stood under a brackish sky
trembling and blaming creation,
but the grass knew that what is built
is finally built for others,
that firmament is not enough, that
tiger was coming and partridge and
whale and even their raucous voices
would not satisfy. He, walking
the cool of the garden, lonely
as light, realized that He must feed
His own hunger or die. adam,
He nodded, adam,
while the understanding grass
prepared itself for eve.