EGG

While running -
Her legs brushed
By a thousand blades
Of friendly, ticklish grass -
She found
A calcium carbonate paradise,
A stable cosmos
Of enclosed possibilities.

She almost stepped on it -
Almost - but now it was safe,
Safe between her hands.
 
So she imagined a tale
Of a world in danger,
A world she could keep safe
In the dewy palm of her hand.

She was in charge
of protecting the contents in the hermetic seal,
of letting it breathe through thousands of pores,
she knew she was.

Her face was like its surface,
Her soul like the treasure inside:
A beginning, a promise,
An egg...

Sitting on the wet grass
With gentle wind in her auburn hair
She thought of her mother
(with untrustworthy hands)
Dissolving an eggshell in a bowl of vinegar

Then, she was simply happy to be alive.
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