our yard is so green
and the spring and summer are battling each other
for who gains control
every day
and i’m spending a majority of my time
in a tiny
dark
theater
and yet, i rarely feel more like myself
than when trapped
in tiny
dark
theaters
all day long
i always think i’m
“meh” about our figs —
like,
it’s nice to have a fresh off the tree
fruit
in your mouth,
but i’d prefer
a strawberry
or pomegranate
or lychee
but then i take a bite into a fig itself
and even the ones from yesterday
which were, apparently, “not that great”
i still find myself closing my eyes
in order to savor the taste fully,
involuntarily saying “mmm”
as it melts in my mouth,
and crunching down on every single seed in my mouth
with delight
i might not have found figs this delicious
without a tree full of fresh ones in our backyard
but i’m so glad it all turned out this way
kipventures 