A mango can be a delightful, albeit frustrating first date
Appearing early on the carts of eager fruit vendors
Raw, yet brimming with possibilities
Mercilessly teasing you with every coy glance
What if this is the one worth waiting for?
A mango is also the Indian summer itself
Sticky, bright and warm
Bursting with pent-up, overwhelming sweetness
It doesn’t know how to hold back when it peaks
I’ve come to respect the fullness of its ambition
Nauseatingly obvious, but who cares?
For me, a mango is the perfect time travel device
One juicy bite and I’m transported back to childhood
Sleepy aimless afternoons
With the air conditioning on full blast
My fingers and mouth stained orange and messy
Dreaming about that new Nancy Drew novel in the library
Fully satiated with life’s simple pleasures
And what could be more glorious than that?
To give in to what the present moment asks of you
No more, no less.
