I would eat the eggs of the World
The eggs of trees
The eggs of birds
An egg of uncertain age

I share this with you,
I expect you to see the shapes as I do
And I am surprised when you see
Different movement
High waterfalls in Winter
And a white picket fence
Things that move, or do not move.

Suppose you mistake an egg
For a collapsing bridge
Or the wooden staircase
To an old friend’s home
One or the other.

Look at your teacup;
Is it still half-buried in the back yard?
Or have you spent your nights polishing it while
Reading a book, or soldering copper wires
Onto complicated traces?

I didn’t mean to interrupt
You are busy with busy things
I just wanted to tell you
About the eggs,
Whether they are eaten or born.