EDINNU

Abstract

5 0 Y E D I N N U D . N U R K S E 1 The days were long in Paradise. We had a check-list of duties: irrigate, sow, weed, walk naked. We fetched water in cupped hands from Pison to the orchards. God had asked each tendril permission to create it. Our job was to uproot. 2 Did we know the desert exists? Or was it all stale to us – fantail peacocks, branching light, trees that grow monstrously tall as if by forgetting, shedding their seedling-selves? 3 We were framed from each other’s shadow, spit and the dirt of the road. We slept in one bed. That was the desert. There the dazzling horizon, khamsin, mirage armies, whirling dunes. There the sea that opens at one touch. ...