the sun’s a yolk, spilled
to center and blurred at rim.
me, too.
………………i’m broken.
but all these quiet cracks
allow the light back
………………..in.
……..
…..
the sun’s a yolk, spilled
to center and blurred at rim.
me, too.
………………i’m broken.
but all these quiet cracks
allow the light back
………………..in.
……..
…..
Very nice!
Oh, my this one touches my heart! If we are lucky enough to realize and let the light in it certainly is true!
I love this, but may not ever look at an egg the same way.
Lyrical and inspirational at the same time.