Apple’s Summer

Photo by Julia Kicova on Unsplash

The apple that was squeezed,

between hands, uncompromising at first, then giving -

revealed its essence.

Juice dribbled down the wrist,

a sweet, sticky declaration

of summer’s surrender.

Flesh compressed to the core,

beauty found in the wreckage of pressure,

in the transformation from solid to liquid,

from held to released.

Here, in this simple act,

the entirety of existence -

the push, the yield,

the inevitable spilling over

of what cannot be contained.