An avocado ripe and green

easily cut into halves,

ready to yield 

to the precision cut of the knife

was mounted on the top of the board.

Its pulpy juicy, tangy taste

was going to enhance my salad and soup.

The summer was torrid and hot,

and this avocado was rare for that season.

It was nearing the 

end of October

and the feel of summer was lingering still.

The sight of the avocado, voluptuous

rich with the colors of earth,

radiating energy and the green of the soil,

suddenly filled my darkness of the corner

with vibration which ran along hands and body.

the canvas floated before my eyes

and the avocado turned into an object of delight.

Oh the miracles, the moments  unexpected,

how they turn the mundane kitchen into a heaven