Creation

It was 96 when the world began

Perhaps not the world as we know it

But his world

The Garden of Eden

Though the grass was not green

The fruits were abundant

And they had all been kissed by the sun

Some proclaimed it to be exotic

To others the promised Utopia

But to him it was the place of creation

Where the gift of life had been bestowed upon him

Like a the promise of a kingdom to a king

Loss of innocence in paradise

It is a paradox certain to transpire
It must have been written in stone
A beautiful contradiction, a gift of its own

For there is no place more beautiful

To sin and be sinned in return than paradise
God took away our perfection and our mortality
But never the beauty surrounding it

A bite of the forbidden fruit
Was followed by a bitter taste
But bitter flesh can also be succulent

And filled with eroticism that left you wondering

Was it really forbidden?

Banished at the tender start of an engine

The sun turned its back

Yet it never left

That beautiful island of creation

Where the world began in 96

Aruba’s Rodger Beach, unknown photographer.