The Present
--W. S. Merwin 

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

[via poetry daily]