Eve Revisited

Pomegranates fell from the trees in our sleep. If we stayed in the sun too long there were aloes to cool the burn. Henbane for predators and succulents when the rain was scarce. There was no glorified past to point the way true and natural for the sexes to meet. He kept looking to the heavens as if the answer were anywhere but here. I was so bored with our goodness I couldn’t suck the juice from one more pear. It’s here, I kept telling him, here, rooted in the soil like every other tree you know. And I wove us a bed of its uppermost branches.