The First Man

The darkness was all that was ever known

Until the first flash of light

And my flesh grew on the bone

My eyes were the first thing I opened wide

As I walked around the garden

A voice came through the wind

Saying the next thing was to open was my mind

Then I could hear, smell and taste

The beauty around me was something I didn’t want to waste

For it was all mine and mine alone

And if it had stayed that way

Maybe it would have been okay

But I yearned for some company

So another was placed by my side

Though a creature of beauty

She had her own individuality

And had differing ideas than mine

©Rob Spencer 2023