Exile

Our first act was planting, in exile from green.
Before we had water we hauled water.
We planted two of everything. Half died.
We planted Hope’s placenta under cottonwood.

You should be forty to study Kabala.
There is a Tree of Life with a right and left,
A kind, compassionate, female side, the right
Brain of the Tree of Life and a left brain side.

When my grandson was born I was present.
In forty five minutes the placenta hadn’t come.
The midwives said, “If not now, when?”
Within minutes the placenta arrived.

They marveled how healthy it was, turned
It over and the white umbilical branched
Into a perfect Tree of Life. They pointed this
Out and named it. Holy holy holy.

His father’s hand and his mother’s heart
His father’s heart and his mother’s hand
From Adam, the earth, comes Galen.
From Eve, who made it happen, comes Galen.

And it is up to us to match Eden which heaven us,
Balance blessings, draw the spiritual waters down
Where we smell fresh. Advice from the tree of life,
Our first text as we are cut from God.