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”
Very nice!
Hard to read this and avoid bringing forth the majestic imagery of these cosmic EGGS, incubating a new genesis in a far away place called M16
http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap050424.html
Bill
Wow, Bill. I’ve never experienced such a thing. Cosmic eggs. You expand my horizons once again! Thank you…
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.
Thanks so much, Marcela!