It wasn't the water jug. It was the slice of lemon
in the water jug that caught my eye,
how it seemed to be moving around the edge,
not staying in the middle,
and the more I looked at it, I could see as much
of the slice of lemon underneath as on top,
no doubt explained by the angle I was sitting at,
as much as the physics of floating.
I looked away. A couple of minutes later,
it was totally submerged,
its bright yellow crescent upside down,
turning through the water, steering a course
before making its way to the surface again.
It seemed that this small yellow slice of a thing
with its soft pulp and hard rind was saying,
You can do this too.
A Slice of Lemon by Carol DeVaughn | Sandalwood Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
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