The Sweetness of October Melons

Sugared juices run across my palm,
I catch my breath and shut my eyes
—the sweetness of October melon—
two seconds—less—sufficed to glide
the long and gleaming knife
through its netted skin
through its softest orange flesh
and now it owns all my attention
its honey scent and melting touch
revealing all my hunger, all my thirst.

I once was young, foolishly
expecting sweetness in summer
rushing from fruit to fruit
sometimes, even, in spring,
so hungry for the taste of the sun
in warm flesh, in melting warm flesh
I could not wait for what I knew
but weak of will and free of wisdom
pursued certain disappointments
at costs too high to bear.

Now I know—and joy to understand—
that I needed only to grow patience
enough to meet the melon’s own
needed to hide in my own furling leaves
extending vines to find the light
without which no life can grow
delicious in its sovereignty
from where the vine can give its sweetness
shaped by the sun and soil and rain
to the touch of a loving hand, lip, tongue.

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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