“we pause and connect”
before i flavor my drink
we pause and connect
she tells me of dawn light, the morning air
and night sounds under the stars
her memories of the soil, of rain squalls and pollination,
how fond she was of the bees,
the underground song-lines amongst
her kin in the orchard are news to me
she tells me of her heritage
the seed her mother once was
planted, cared for, for many years
then, of the hands that picked her
the bumpy ride, skin to skin,
a seasons generation, all going to market
a journey of hundreds of miles
being displayed under lights made by man
that is where we first met
me unaware . . . she just one more item to procure
now that we have become acquainted
gratitude and awe fill me, as i slice this lemon
and i stand in wonder, slightly overwhelmed
at the contents of my refrigerator
