Eden

He had travelled far and tough. And now he laid in comfort.
He was trying to think of how it came about and he found himself in this Eden.
But he could not think.
He was resting.

Then she arrived.
And said: ‘This well and these palm trees belong to me. And you drink water from it and lay under the shade of theirs. I did not mind before but now it hurts me.

He said nothing.Only raised himself and set off to continue a lonely journey through his desert

*taken from C.M's diaries