Photo by Jametlene Reskp
Fig tree, santa higuera,
altar to summer’s holy fruit.
Soft, sunburnt tears—
lágrimas para lo que está pasando.
Ancient leather pouches
warm to the touch, time-old
symbol of peace and prosperity.
Higos, your uniqueness inspires,
bundle of hundreds of flowers
turned inside out.
Your taste divine,
eternally taking me back,
el mar Mediterráneo,
another lifetime.
—First published in A Feast for Santa Barbara: Poets Celebrating Food & Drink
