The Egg

I am one who waits

within the midnight of this shell

I feel my own fragility

all the possibilities for disaster

cracked exterior

and oozing shame

yet I feel a secret advocacy

placed within a shelter of echoing stone

in a nest prepared for me

my Mother bird nearby

borne on soft wings

under watchful eyes of love

I will not brood about

what comes next

the splintering of the shell

for better or for worse

I will not try to shape and control

what is being formed

That also belongs to Another.

tomorrow is not yet mine

only this dark moment

I will sit with myself

content in unknowing

still and silent

and held

by Celeste Boudreaux, September 2021

*** "Protected Egg" collage by Celeste Boudreaux ***