The Mindfulness of an Apple - NaPoWriMo

The Mindfulness of an Apple
Everything is.
Everything is a miracle,
if you stop a second
To breathe it in.
Even this apple,
Just a simple little fruit,
A little uneven and leaning to one side,
Brilliant red,
With splashing flames of golden.
Born of improbability--time, rain, sun, blooms, bees--
In an orchard west of here.
I wonder...
...how old is the tree?
...who planted?
...and when?
...who picked this apple?
...do they love honeycrisps as much as I do?
....or maybe more?
All this before the sweet flesh passed my lips,
Before the juices dribbled down my chin.

Note:  This is an installment of my endeavor to write a Poem-A-Day in honor of April being National Poetry Month.  If you want to take part in the annual celebration of all thing poetry consider signing up to receive a poem each day in your email courtesy of the Academy of American Poets.  Or take participate in Poem-in-Your-Pocket Day on April 27th.  There are also loads of Poem-a-Day challenges on the local and international level to inspire creativity and hone the art of poetry writing.