Woozy

Soft, dark-skinned plantains

Living in nausea

Drenched in strawberry syrup 

My hand is raised

There is nothing to get

Sugar, shimmering dancer, vibrant beauty

Not the dessert or the lentils

Pea-gravel, watermelon, canteloupe, pavers 

Or the children’s noses stained red from sweet cherries

Waiting for the golden hour

Camera phones out—

Scoop them up! Grab the moments! Capture each one!

It’s peanut butter-covered knives

Water in our hands

Souls in caskets 

Airplanes chasing the sun