The Package

I couldn't see this coming
This inner security
And sense of control.
It arrived in a 
Plain brown wrapper
Addressed to 'Occupant.'

I opened the package.
It leapt from the table
Into my chest
And fit as though it were
Custom made.
  
It cleared my bleary eyes
Sharpened my hearing
My sense of smell and touch.

The only thing remaining
Is my sense of taste.
I'm looking for something
Appetizing.

And that seems to be 
More difficult than I imagined.

I don't need sweet
And don't want sour.
What's between?

Maybe that package
Has yet to arrive.