Eggs

all

rounded

in life it is that

we start as eggs

and end as dust or

begin with a yolk full

of rich, sweet, golden

nectar encased by the

shell that breaks from a

beak within or a fall as

it rolls off a countertop

to shatter like Humpty

unable to mend like so

many lives held in the

balance and the egg

perched on a wall

waiting for what

happens next

or not at

all