the night i fell in love with a pear

it was sometime last fall, the night I fell in love with a pear.
i stood in juxtaposition
a city apartment not a sunny farm
dishwasher swishing ,not crickets chirping
thirsty from a diet-dictated workout not a day of work in the field
i suppose i should have reached for a giant plastic bottle of dayglo sweet sweat but instead it was a pear
i picked up.
sliced into four pieces
i had no idea that
the next few minutes i’d be fighting back tears while
biting through a skin just strong enough to hold a pure subtle sweet water and
with a texture that was soft-granular and reminiscent of the flesh itself.
i took a moment to consider the possibility that i’d finally crossed the line of true appreciation for fruit.
i’d been waiting for that day to come and let me tell you
i never could have predicted it’d be a pear.