A week long holiday. The college is almost empty.
Books in hand, I step out
To enjoy the last smiling breezes of spring
Before it is cruelly extinguished
By the summer sun.
Under the cafe tree I sit,
My head trying to concentrate
On Satan’s seduction of Eve in Paradise Lost.
But the debate of good and evil
Seemed so hard to believe
In a world coloured with
Different, brilliant shades of grey.
I close my book.
The question of Free Will
Seemed distant as I watch
Dry leaves being tossed around
By the wind.
Adam and Eve’s folly seems distant,
Yet their loss familiar.
Could I trace back my mistakes
To the day Eve’s hand reached for that fruit?
Or was it just in me, to be so imperfect?
I close my eyes,
And the questions suddenly stop.
Everything becomes clear suddenly:
I am here, this moment is mine,
I feel happy, it may not last, but it exists now.
I will enjoy this moment, I can cry tomorrow.