When the cloud of stuff blew out
of that box and away, they
didn’t know what it was,
all they knew was what was left
and it was Hope. Maybe what
blew out was just as good–
new and fearful joy, changes
due to happen when everybody
wanted it to stay the same.
Fear justifies itself. Worrying
about what flew out of the
box was enough to prove it.
(And we all owe Eve. Without her
we’d still be mindless in Eden,
looking at two trees.)