The Lemon
by Latasha A Willis
Oblong, bright and a fragrance with a bite
Unexpected chaos within
Sever it slowly, and the fragrance intensifies
Its pulp glistens, and a drop of juice trickles out
Seems innocent enough
But as you pick up one half
And bite it with a slurp
Your lips are drawn in like a string on a sack
Your cheeks cave in
Your eyes begin to water
You nostrils are tickled and overwhelmed
As you remove the piece from your mouth
You wonder how anyone could enjoy such a creation
Then suddenly you realize that this acidic wonder has potential
You decide to rein in that flavor
With a glass of pure liquid life
You squeeze its contents into the glass
And take another chance and taste it
It’s calmer, but the concoction needs a companion
Sweet crystals are added and gently blended in
Then when you taste it this time
The sour and sweet mingle together
In a way that is pleasantly refreshing
Suddenly it comes to you
Life can bear a bushel of sour fruit
But when you tame those little beasts
With purity and sweet expectation
You end up with a product
That soothes your weary soul
So take a sip
Savor its goodness
And know that all is well
