Tangerines Poem by Cherie Mort

What is it about a tangerine that puts me in a happy mood?
Its orange glowing peel reveals the fruit I want to eat.
Sometimes I toss the tart orb into the sky and pretend it is the sun, shining bright, warm rays onto me.
Other times I roll it back and forth on a desk, feeling its pockmarked flesh against the palm of my hand.
Whenever I sniff the scent of such a small treasure I am transported in my mind to a warmer climate, where the wind whispers foreign tales in your ears and tells you where it's been.
I take a bite of citrus and imagine I am eating the sun, swallowing its golden light and transforming into a firefly, dancing my way through the dark, lighting the path to the dawn.