The Orange

I realized today that April is National Poetry Month and usually I roll my eyes at the these kind of months/days (National Masturbation Day? Really?), I secretly kind of dig them because what is more exciting than having one day (or week or month) dedicated especially for one specific thing, so you can geek out completely and appreciate everything there is to appreciate about said thing? Anyway, The Orange by Wendy Cope is one of my favourite poems ever because it's as simple as poems get, and yet it hits you in all the right places.

At lunchtime I bought a huge orange
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.

And that orange it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park
This is peace and contentment. It's new.

The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I'm glad I exist.