Isn’t it a lovely solace that citrus fruits ripen in winter —
right when faces gasp upward for a ray or two of light, some vitamin D, anything to take the chill off?

Here’s how I feel when those globes of gold arrive…

Isis’ Grapefruit

Each fleshy wedge
its own pyramid
as divinely designed
and hieroglyphic
as if ancient, and stone.

What veiled anterooms
what rubied treasures
revealed by my serrated silver
will I take and eat,
grateful

to the god of plucked
fruit, for keeping safe
this sweet
afterlife – aaah, boat
of sunshine on my tongue.