Orange Juice

I ask him to buy orange juice.
He returns with dozens of oranges,
these rare shopping trips always a risk.

In the middle of the night
when we two non-sleepers meet
in the kitchen, we will not squeeze oranges.

These orange netted sacks
would have riled me years ago.
Now I am filled with optimism.

I believe in this orange mound,
am fortified by it and ready
for the long restless moonlit night.