June in Eden

Then I went into the garden
and forgot all about it. Some spiders
mum, some slug half-buried

in a strawberry. I have this thing, my mother
says, with memory. The thing rings or is left
on high. The thing dissolves

as if it had never been seen
at all, makes of itself a question.
answered and answered. objects behave

like the tree: every morning more
candy-colored pie cherries. Because Rosi, don't you love
this Eden - its beetles, its blooms, all waiting

to be named.

(Rosalie Moffett)