The book club I belong to is many things. Most definitely a meeting of minds. Our WhatsApp group bubbles with random thoughts that we share in between our monthly gatherings.

Yesterday an absolute gem of a poem was shared.

If Adam Picked the Apple by Danielle Coffyn.

There would be a parade,

a celebration,

a holiday to commemorate

the day he sought enlightenment.

We would not speak of

temptation by the devil, rather,

we would laud Adam’s curiosity,

his desire for adventure

and knowing.

We would feast

on apple-inspired fare:

tortes, chutneys, pancakes, pies.

There would be plays and songs

reenacting his courage.

 

But it was Eve who grew bored,

weary of her captivity in Eden.

And a woman’s desire

for freedom is rarely a cause

for celebration.

The Creation Myth was never high up on my Believable Stories List.

The practicality of attaching a leaf to anyone’s genitals for modesty was the first reality check.

In consequence I have never given the story much thought.

But what if the story was flipped?

So much to ponder.