Poetry: The Garden
Deedee Cheriel
Enjoy this poem from W.S. Merwin, who passed away in March of this year.
The Present
As they were leaving the garden
one of the angels bent down to them and whispered
I am to give you this
as you are leaving the garden
I do not know what it is
or what it is for
what you will do with it
you will not be able to keep it
but you will not be able
to keep anything
yet they both reached at once
for the present
and when their hands met
they laughed
