Citadel
It wasn’t just a place to name the animals
To guard the Tree of Life
To know the good of life and not the evil
It was the citadel impregnable, a refuge of the trees
A rampart of the oaks and tamarisks
Walls and towers made of limbs and leaves
There was a peace harmonious and ample
Sunlight gentle, river banks and orchards
Eve and Adam noble, strong and simple
Out beyond the walls a savage wilderness
A noisy roving of the demons
Desolation and the wind’s distress
When they were cast out the two became
Shrewd and subtle by necessity
Where nothing was as simple as its name
If they said one thing they meant another
And if convened with God to claim fidelity
The ploughman of dissension killed his brother
Do you see that shimmering of green
As if a forest or an island rose
Behind the curve of Earth unseen?
It is the guide of love who is the scout
And sees the high reflection in the west
And finds that green and secretive redoubt
Pavel
April 30, 2011
