Giving a Fig

Wake up, Eve,

it's the day to name the trees.

Let's start with sycamore.

Why, Adam? Why call

it sycamore? Looks like the tree

of life to me.

No, that's a silly name for a tree.

Look how tall it is? It wants

a majestic name.

But look at the fruit,

those luscious figs--I can't

wait to eat.

Eve, you never see the beauty,

those heart-shaped leaves,

the variations of green. . .

Adam, you don't have a practical bone

in your body. Always mooning

over shapes and designs. . .

Well, it's my responsibility

and I'm calling it

a sycamore.

Let's not argue.

Here, I've pealed a fig.

Let's eat.