the egg poem

The Egg Poem

Dear Egg,

You caught my eye, almost immediately.
You were this…enamorable - absurdly fragible – so preciable, egg, 
out of all those dozens of other eggs, 
you appeared to have the toughest shell of them all…

and now that I’ve learned more of you;
…I’ve learned of when you fell,
(and Popped back up, like it wasn’t ever an ‘accident’)
and I’ve learned of when you cracked apart;
….and I heard of all the king’s-and-queen’s-men, 
who failed at helping you; 
and how you put yourself back together, again….

You see, that’s what made my admiration grow ever more.

My love, 
it’s that you never-ever broke completely apart,
….without eventually coming out on top;
and, never, did you buy into any of that bullshit, shiny-armor, plot… 

…And even though, you managed some serious cracks here and there,
it was never anything that wasn’t fixed with Tender.Loving.Care.

….

…I even wish I could have known you when you were growing up,
so I could have watched what all had tempered your tough shell’s story…


…

…But, all I can know now is this adult-egg I see before me,
…and the more I think on it, the more I realize how I had eyed you so easily,
out of a dozens, you had me color-struck 
(from the get go) with your most colorful complexions,
…and I could see your tenacity for life, 
in your -most tempered, most brightest- special shell that you adorn!

So, my beloved-brilliant, egg:
Do your best to keep your shell in the best of ship and sound shape.
…and I will do my best, at doing the same…

(…And I would like it, if we could, perhaps, grow rotten together…)
(…that joke may appear dark under certain light – but the love in it remains bright…)

My love is here,
Sincerely.

M. L. Michael
4/28/11

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