A Poem on a Tuesday

I came across this poem a few weeks ago and the simplicity struck me. It made me long to just sit in a place of beauty for a good long while and think of nothing but what is present, to do nothing but open my senses to the moment. Fill up on the energy there. It's titled Lychees and was written by Meena Alexander:

Terrace deep as the sky.
Stone bench where I sit and read,

I wandered by myself
Into the heart of the mountains of Yoshino.

In one hand a book, in the other, a bag made of newsprint—
No weather-beaten bones here

Just lychees bought in the market,
Thirty rupees per kilogram.

Stalks mottled red tied up with string,
Flesh the color of pigeon wings—

Sweet simmering.
Sunlight bruises air

Pine trees blacken.
Where shall I go?

The Dhauladhar peaks
Are covered in snow.