An Elixir To Me

The fruits on the table,
guava, custard apple,
all home grown, catch me
while my eyes rest on
hill banana, a variety
special to my place,
mid size, thick skinned
greenish yellow in hue
form a Cheepu , as known
in my tongue, meaning
comb, mostly constitutes
a dozen. sometimes
holds a score.

Having a liking for this
I buy them no matter what
they cost, The moderate sweetness,
the not too soft pulp evoke
a pleasure at the first bite,
remains until I finish
the whole. The taste lingers
for a while making the process
a wonderful experience that I undergo
while breaking my fast in the morning.
nothing is more enjoyable at the
moment, I love small, small things
as they extend a contentment.