April 5, 2009
drawing by Slobodan Dan Paich and text by Moira Roth
She came along this path everyday,
Passing the old oak tree,
And heading toward her house
And its garden of pomegranates.
A humdrum daily walk.
It was only today,
Pausing to sing,
That she began to wonder
What lay below the path.
She began to imagine
A wheel below,
On which an uneasy structure swayed
And,
As she imagined this,
She heard beneath the ground a humming sound
Of the creaking wheel,
It was shortly after this
That she ate
The first of the three pomegranate seeds.