I want my eggs

Sage CohenSage poetry and prose4 Comments

I want my eggs soft
and in between destinies
the yolk undecided
the white a nimbus
of coagulated light
haloing its small yellow
sun as I have lived
trained to the perimeter
of what is most alive in me,
accomplice to
and bearer of
its diminishing light.

4 Comments on “I want my eggs”

  1. Sage,
    An insightful poem! Vivid images that bring out promises. Like “trained to the perimeter/ of what is most alive in me…” Precisely a constant goal for the artist in me. Thank you.

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