Raisin Meditation

Photo by Erda Estremera on Unsplash

What's that you ask?
It's taking forever to eat raisins,
Focusing on your sensations of doing so.

My experience was as such: holding first,
Feeling no burst but squishy, cracked, squishy,
Rolling around my fingers, leaving some residue.
Then seeing the texture looking ancient and shriveled.

There seemed to be a faint smell,
But of what, I could not tell.

Placing it in my mouth, it softened some
As I rolled it with my tongue across my teeth.
In doing so, a sugar like substance broke loose,
Similar to, when I'd chew, that sweet, grainy release.

Raisins are, in my mind, like figs would be, if figs
Were to be dehydrated with an almost nutty taste.

Later, remnants of skin jettisoned from my teeth,
As a treat after my treat, though much less sweet.