mmmmm, guayaba on a saturday morning

it was sitting there for a week
i wanted to share with my sister
she wanted to know it's magic
as i had described it
but this saturday morning
i knew today was the day
i needed something sweet
something tart
something rare

the apples
the oranges
all sat there
boring
ordinary
it's green rind subtly glossy
would be smooth and bumpy to the touch
i scratched it and inhaled it's tropical perfume
inside of my me the child that basked in the sun awoke
curious and anticipating

cut in half
pulpy fresh and promising
i excitedly grabbed the spoon
this would be good, i mused
this would be all that it was supposed to be
and dug a little circle out of the aromatic flesh
which my teeth sank into until they met with
the crunch crunch crunch of hard little seeds
mmmmmmmmmmmmm
so wonderful when the reality
fulfills expectation with such precision
the little puerto rican girl in me yelled
did a little jig and waved her hands,
"THANK YOU! THANK YOU!!!"

~jani rosado