Lemons from the Backyard

The wide aisles of Whole Foods Market, Our cart filled with fresh vegetables, freshly baked bread, Sweet fruits, and wine for tonight. He laughs as he picks out coconut oil, I quietly watch, wishing to capture this little moment And keep it forever. On the way home, bathed in the western sunlight pouring through the window, We laughed softly, sharing a quiet joy. In the kitchen, He walked out to the backyard, Reaching up to the tall tree, Gently picking a single lemon. That lemon, Made our night just a little sweeter, And just a little more sour. The scent of that lemon, Still unexpectedly touches my heart. It was a sign of the future, Of “living together” — just the two of us.