I Must Eat Of The Apple Poem by rachael richmond

I must eat of the apple
with its plain sweetness.

I have partaken of the juicy mango
and the zing of the pineapple,
tastes which pleasure me
and tease my tongue.
It’s still young enough
to accept the passion fruit
and the bitter lemon.

But with every high
there is a low,
an undertow
which shows itself
in the afterwards.

I’m weary and wary
and tired and lairy.
Now I want the ordinary.

I must eat of the apple
with its plain sweetness.