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Maybe Eat a Mango

 Maybe Eat a Mango The face is glum, the day is ho-hum, When the blues come a-visiting, And the heart feels heavy, When your footsteps are slow, And your mood is low, Maybe eat a mango. Nose sniffing the ripe fragrance, Senses awakening to yellow radiance, As water pours over the mango, A small corner of the soul a-washes, The knife carves out goodness, As it cuts into the mango’s tenderness, With wafts of sweet delight swirling the air. You bite into sunshine, gold, Your heart assumes the softness of the mango, Your face melts just a little, Your eyes unfreeze a smidge, The mango’s glorious taste consumes it all, The blues, the mood, the ho-hum Maybe eating a mango turned the day around.
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The Universe

 




How cometh it be, Universe,

That you throw some seeds in the swamp,

With no nutrition nor air,

And tell to them seeds, “rise, grow, be!”

How cruel it be,

For you to expect the seeds to become trees in a place they get nothing to become them,

And for that we say, how dare you, Universe, how dare you?

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