Essay on a Lemon

Like a lens, the lemon clarifies by way of distortion. Like a mirror, the lemon implies an unseen onlooker. The lemon, transformed by one’s attention to it, is a spark pent up in a barn, is tenuous auroral light, is long shadows on a glacier. The lemon waits to be recognized like the inscrutable event of a miracle. The lemon is like a nail before the hammer’s invention. One experiences the mystical as the phenomenal.