POEM - Baby Mangoes and Cotton Trees

The corner market
Was not on the corner
Perched against the shore
The backwater thoroughfare before it
Acres of rice paddies behind
Lush green endless and beautiful
The narrow embankment a tranquil hub
Advertising juice and seafood
Ensconced in mango trees
The diminutive green undeveloped fruits
Just within reach
Provided a tart green treat
Dabbed with salt
Eaten whole
The impossibility of the adult seed
Forgotten in these immature replicas

The next shore in the journey
Had its own unique trees
And it took a while to understand
Certain of some misunderstanding
Certain that cotton doesn't grow on trees
At least not back home
Must be a mistake because we have only a bush
But soon it was evident
This was not something lost in translation
The intrinsic support confirmed
This was also a source for cotton
With its massive green pods
And the silky soft fiber exposed a revelation
Verification of a newly learned truth

Every day a new something learned
Afloat in a strange land
A slower peaceful land
Of trees of wonder
And backwater cruises
Sun setting amid a humid mist
Smiling faces chew thoughtful
On the warmth of fried bananas
The sweet embodiment
Of the delectable day