Still Life- Lime

"Write a poem in which you observe and describe a single object. This object is of your choosing; it can be pedestrian, everyday, meaningful, significant, poetic, prosaic, awful, cheerful, normal, almost invisible, imaginary, or whatever. Certainly it can be an art object or a love trophy or a piece of trash. But it is important to me that you look closely at one thing until it changes into something else. I am thinking of this as a practice in looking, staring, observing."  From Scott Challener

Still Life- Lime                       

Green.  Of course.

It must be green.

Not one, or two, but several greens-

moss and kelly and olive and lime.

It rests, still, on the kitchen table;

waxy shine reflects the ceiling light,

but over its horizon, what will I find

on the dark side of the lime?

From where I sit, I see

surface mottled, small bumps

and dents

and rivulets.

Tectonic plates almost appear;

an equatorial hint runs stem to stern.

And I, Galactic – scale astronaut,

will soon rise up,

orbit the lime, this little citrus world,

take its measure, and return again,   

with new words for lime and green and still.

John Andrews   7/10/14