Morning’s light pours
into the room
with the orange
resting
on my lap.
Fingers caress
the rough texture
before breaking the skin.
A light spray
shimmers
bursting from the inner layer
like a show of sparklers
as the aroma plumes,
awaking the palette
enticing a taste.
Sticky hands peel
back
the surface
revealing what juicy insides
lay beneath.
With each strip
that falls away,
sustenance is unveiled,
it’s full expression
of delight
savored
on the tongue.
Relishing
the first drop,
which
refreshes the soul
after
a long slumber.
Megan McLeod Cutter
November 17, 2016
Written after abdominal surgery, once I moved through the acute first week, meals never tasted so amazing.
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