The First Adam

I wonder how Adam became a man
If he was really particles of sand,
Or maybe particles of a man that
Could no longer take more.

Maybe he was a shell,
His life gutted
By the same thief who took his pearl.

I can't help but question if Adam was really
Dust and earth,
If God's breath was
Breath and air,
And Eve a rib, a bone.

Sometimes I feel like an Adam,

So broken beyond pieces,
I feel more ground, grinded into earth,
Into molecules, dusty particles
So small only God could pick them all.

And maybe there He remembered my shape
And formed me.
He had mercy, not pity,
And brought me to life.

I wonder if Adam was merely a man,
In desperate need of a God.

-Noemi Garcia Rigsby

*To: Him who only knows.