Napo 3

The Naming of Darkness

How could Adam name the one thing

He’d never understand? The light

Bathed his body, nourished it,

Filled it with everything he was,

Everything he thought was just.

And here he stood, staring

Into another world as the sun set,

At the shadow her body cast,

At the deep shade of her hair,

Into the depths of her eyes.

How could he name

what he couldn’t see, touch,

embrace, and call his own?

Eve, even her name suggested

She was born of night, and brimmed

With it still now, standing before him.

She closed her eyes. He wanted to know

what she saw behind those lids,

the umbra cast within her mind.

This woman lying next to him,

A universe within her

that he’d never get to name.

He called that place darkness,

And it cradled them that first night.