that she might have a story of herself

Nearly a year and a half ago I posted this Jennifer Michael Hecht poem. I'm now listening to Speaking of Faith on NPR and the guest is none other than Hecht. In a kind, responsive nudge from The Universe, I'm grateful to be in the right place at the right time today. I needed this.

even eve
the only soul in all of time
to never have to wait for love
must have leaned some sleepless nights
alone against the garden wall
and wailed
cold, stupefied, and wild
and wished to trade in all of eden
to have but been a child

in fact, i gather that is why she leapt
and fell from grace
that she might have a story of herself
to tell in some other place

("History" Jennifer Michael Hecht)


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