poetry

morning eggs

morning eggs

you never know
how the world may delight you next

today it’s the two
still-warm eggs
plucked from the coop
while still fired
with the heat
of being inside
nestled against a beating heart

now outside
for all to appreciate
their smooth mysterious perfection
(each utterly different)

poetry

egg gathering

egg gathering

put your hand
deep into the dark
feel around
for something smooth
draw back out
cradling a warm sphere
made of echoing rings
little wondrous worlds
rich nourishment
to fuel your waking