Poem: September 29, 2019

Original Sin

Imagine a country
in which everyone
is free from want,

and therefore, free
of jealousy, where
no impulse is bad

because everyone
cares for everyone
else, just as they

do for themselves,
and so there have
never been rules,

no expectations
about how you are
to be, who you may

love, how your
life is valued. How
you look could

never be equated
to who you are,
could never be a

definition, and what
you do with your
hands, your mind,

your voice and eyes,
could never be other
than what you do,

and never less than
what others do.
Imagine a country

with space enough
for every truth and
every version of

truth, and every
vision, every unique
and self-satisfying

version of the good
life in which all
things are beautiful,

everything is valued,
and we all find it
easy to say I value 

this because it is 
yours,  it is what you 
value and love, and 

you are what I value 
and love. Imagine a
place, free from

comparison, free from
limitation, where
everyone can taste

their own sweet apples
and relax in their
beautiful garden, happy,

unburdened. Imagine
how this is brought
down by a single rule.