One day I’d love to step outside
and pluck you from a tree.
Until then, my journey to find you
begins at a grocery aisle bin.
You, plump, lying with your friends
under a fluorescent sun, waiting
for an admirer to choose you, to
tenuously feel your flesh give.
Your skin’s rolling green texture
and your willingness to give
tells me I’m taking you home
where your taste helps me recall.
A serrated knife works best to
quarter your skin, through to
your imposing, living pit, there
in your center, waiting to sprout.
A simple twist and you fall open
buttery creamy flesh, waiting.
Your pit set aside to toothpick,
spoon brings you final end
of process began in your picking,
from a happy fruit in full sun
and only temperate clime to
dismembered servant of palate.
Fork quickly crushes you smooth
and you’re tossed in a bowl
with garlic, salsa, and lime juice,
smooth, savory, cream perfection
on a crunchy tortilla chip.
We’re in Mexico, in our favorite
cantina, tequila warm on
a soft breeze summer night…
top photo by Elizabeth Layman
Kim of Writing in North Norfolk is today’s host for dVerse’ Poetics. Kim says:
The challenge is to think of a fruit, how it looks before and after it has been cut open, and how it tastes. Think about where and how it grows, and what it makes you think of. You may choose to write a poem in the style of Imtiaz Dharker, or you can explore the fruit in another way and in any form you wish. Whichever you choose, your poem should appeal to the senses.