Eve’s Mirror
Do not step into the boat.
Do not untie the rope.
Do not let the current pull you
from the vows you call an anchor.
Stay.
On your side of the pond.
Where the garden is tended,
where the gates are locked,
where your voice is soft,
your hands busy,
your hair still braided tight.
I have rowed too far
to hear your whisper
that you want to come too.
Today I found my place,
