Pineapple

#Pineapple

I brought it home
And there it sat:
A pineapple
So green and fat.
 
I placed it on
My windowsill
Until the day
I'd eat my fill.
 
“But it's not ripe!
I must delay!
I'll cut it up
Another day.”
 
A couple days...
They came and went.
A weekend passed.
New Year's. Then Lent.
 
That pineapple
Still wasn't ripe –
“I'll eat it up
Some other night.”
 
For three whole years
That's what I said.
“One day, one day
Before I'm dead.”
 
From time to time
I'd glance its way…
“Someday I will.
Someday. Someday.”
 
I married once.
Divorced him twice.
That damn pineapple
Stayed unripe!
 
My kids grew old
And left the nest
And still, it wasn't
Ready yet.
 
“I'll get to you,”
I said again.
But there were bills
And jobs. And then...
 
As suddenly
As it began,
I didn't have
a single plan,
 
Not even one
Red-circled date!
No duties. None.
A clean, white slate.
 
So now, at last!
Today's the day!
I reached and found
My sharpest blade
 
And took the fruit
Down from its shelf,
Where it spent years
All by itself.
 
But as I sliced
Into its rind–
That pineapple...
Was brown inside.
 
Turns out, the one
That wasn't ripe
Was me,
My whole, entire life.

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