Did the apple alter its texture so I would
choose it from a bushel?
Did the fruit pick me to consume it
by making itself shiny-attractive?
On this walking trail, did the path
attract my feet to stroll its colored
stones, rustle of leaves and salty winds?
While shopping I wonder-did the dress
select me? Did the fabric want to hug my
body and colors long to hang soft around
Did this spot of land attract the watchful
stucco structure that was built upon it?
Then the building attract the business,
then a seat to this corner and me; Jasmine
tea to this cup and chopsticks to scoop in
this bowl of rice?