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