You taste so sweet
I tasted you this morning
One bite of mango, and there you appeared
I remember how you felt each morning
The dew on the grass
The steam rising from the warm sun
The cows grazed in the field outside
The mangoes hung from the trees outside my window
The papayas littered the ground
I picked one up
It was ready to eat
The fruit of the ground, the fruit of the earth
Reminds me of a time when I was searching
I placed my hope in people
I lived to be liked
and was crippled when I wasn’t
Do you remember, Nicaragua?
How they used to laugh at my jokes
How I would say anything?
I pause to take a warm sip of coffee. My mouth is cold from the frozen mango and blueberries I just finished eating. The dichotomy resembles how I was then to how I am now: cold to hot.
It was all about me then. What I could get for me, at whatever expense. We were all so entitled. So entitled.
One bite of mango. All these thoughts rise up from one bite of mango.
The sense of taste has an amazing memory.
Today is another day
I hope it’s one to remember.