All in a Bowl of Grapes: By Deepa Desai

Grapes
In the darkness of the night,
I discovered in a bowl of grapes,
the rarest kind of gemstones,
more endearing than a dozen glittering
diamonds under a moonlit sky,
the color of the finest emerald,
of a most radiant green,
the color worn by famous Turkish sultans,
and adorned by the former Empress Farah.
With translucent and ever widening eyes,
I took the luscious greenness towards my mouth
To consummate the marriage
Of that single moment – a moment,
Filled with childlike wonder and a universe
Of possibility, as the whispers of eternity
and its ever unfolding abundance
pressed against my lips,
which opened as if to say,
thank you.

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