Friday, October 10, 2014

For Emmalyn

Consider one apple, fall's bounty
tucked into a bushel of them.
And though much like all the other apples
it is individual already, cover and core.

Now think of this day, one you'll not recall
owing entirely to your new-formed youth;
your next breath, that quick sip of air,
ordinary, yet not, because it is yours
and you matter.

And so you were born
without knowing the date,  or why,
but the particular joy surrounding your arrival
and the swelling of hearts drawn to you -
you'll not understand until new life
springs from you.

And you have the experience
of your first apple yet in store.