The Streets of Temptation

After a morning

Of struggling

With my identity

I walk

Another walk

Alone.

This time

On the streets

Of the old neighborhood,

Past the dilapidated railyards

And the beautiful garden

Contrasting

On the corner

Where I give in to temptation.

It is there

Where I steal a pear

From the tree

On the other side

Of the walkway.

I think about feeling bad

For a moment,

But standing amongst

Those neglected

And squished

Quickly

Convinces me otherwise…

And, in a snap,

It is done!

Taking in the sun

Rising above

The construction site

I notice the sparkling tip

Where the stem

Separates

From its outstretched arm,

Beckoning me…

I take in

the sweetness

that exists

In a place

With unforeseeable extremes

And as the juice

Drips delicately

Down my wrist

I realize the richness

In all things.