Eden was where we escaped to
Bleeding and breath-choked
Marsh ponds fashioned a poultice
Fine mud and reed down
To smear on our wounds
The trees and plants bent like good doctors
Released spores to calm fevers
And air busied itself
Repairing our lung cells
At night as we slept at stream side
Liquid slid under lids
Water wound through the channels of body
Soft pause at each landing
Its riverboats carried off pain
