Mornings most often is the beginning of a hectic day in construction projects.
This is a given. No matter how meticulous one plans his work – somehow something is just bound to happen, that throws a monkey wrench into a well planned activity.
Every morning therefore, before reporting for work, we made it a habit to have coffee in our small backyard, and in there, list down our activities and appointments for the day.
From this vantage point, we observed the evolution of a mango fruit in our yard. From its humble beginning as a green flower or bud, it has grown into a full-grown fruit – in a matter of a few months.This flower has grown many miniature fruits, but was naturally pruned from a cluster to just one fruit it is today.
Just for fun, we documented (with the use of a 5 mp cellphone camera) – the saga of the soon to be consumed mango.
Reflection: Does this perhaps mirror the human story itself – that life, despite the embellishment of culture and trappings of urbanity, is still really a survival of the fittest?
Well no matter, sooner or later (may be by next month), this particular mangifera indica, a.k.a. mango, will end up in my plate.lol.
shy yet coy
and playful in the September wind.
Shyly peeking from beneath,
a foliage of green
perk and beckoning.
Like a call of the wild
it entices and awakened my memory.
Somehow drawing me strongly
to its clutches,
in a whirlpool of fragrant imaginings
it shall forever be.
But comes this sweet time,
in March of the year, that
in my wild dreams
you shall finally end up in my plate.
And shall I suck deeply with abandon,
the sweet marrow of your youth,
taste the nectar of your essence.
Such that once I am fully filled with your
flesh and fragrance,
you shall just be consigned
to the box.
A sweet and innocent
memory of youth,
left behind consigned
As life moves on as usual,
as if in a hazy dream.