Ode to Life

I do not want a blurring life. Occurring only once. And left to reminisce on its flavor. I want a life I can savor, Carefully pick apart the seeds, roll them in my mouth one by one As they tell stories through their taste. A yellowish seed with a sudden burst of sour A coral one, slightly sweeter to taste. A rare rufous red so fruity and rich, You crave another to come sooner. Then there’s a bitter one, that comes once only And you shrink at its bitter distaste And wish it would come never But that is the life I want, Exploring seeds undoubtedly, or with careful hesitation For when the bowl is empty It will have made all the difference.