Saturday, April 05, 2014

Everything Must Change

Lemon Pickle

A month after
his fingers blistered
salting the lemons,

skin stained red

with crushed chili
and roasted methi seeds,

the tears he blamed on smoking oil

and not a divided heart

had long since dried,
and he opened the jar

Nimmakaya Pachadi
to lift a sour slice. This is
what patience teaches, he said.
That which survives must change.


Iulia Flame said...


This is the sort of chutney I delight in. Makes me hungry for more.

Cheryl and Janet Snell said...

Nothing like philosophical relish.