Walking home from work
Stop at the supermarket, condiment aisle
A jar of pickles catches the eye
Make eye contact with a solitary pickle
Bought the jar took it home

Made it up the stairs
Made it through the doorway, waded through the floor
Tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom door
The truest room in the whole damn house

Love is the answer to a question
That I’ve forgotten
But I know I’ve been asked
And the answer has got to be love

Is it possible all this magic went unnoticed?

Tomorrow back to work again
Run to the supermarket, running hopeful through the aisles
Haven’t been this happy in a long time
But not a single jar was smiling afterall

But pickle jars are just pickle jars
And pickles are just pickles
Ingredients … water, salt, cucumber, garlic and pickling spices

-Regina Spektor