By Chryss Yost
Amazed in waves by the world,
agog how simple it is to create,
from nothing, an apple. It’s just seed
and time, water, sun, and soil.
After a few years, the blossoms,
the bees, and the small fruit.
How little it took for this majesty
to be here, scattering the ground
with fruit, the air scented with cider,
and inside the house, you love me.
Chryss Yost, Ph.D., is a Santa Barbara Poet Laureate (2013-15) and co-editor of Gunpowder Press. Her poems have been widely published in anthologies and journals, most recently in SALT. As a heart attack survivor, she raises awareness about Spontaneous Coronary Artery Dissection (SCAD) and heart health. Also by this poet: "Furious Bread" and "Senescence"