To Accompany the Gift of a Dozen Eggs

[bruorton]

for chaiya


If the world was round
like an egg, what do you think
it would some day hatch

into? Each day is
an egg itself, I suppose,
incubating good

or ill. We've all seen
stillborn potential. We know
that anything can

happen. From a book
on multiple-cat households
Kellyann relates

to me how each spot
added to your house -- a chair,
a rug -- represents

to cats separate
territories; each one a
new option, perhaps

home turf. But to get
back to eggs, what I wanted
to suggest was to

consider when you
eat these eggs, how you will use
their potential. Each

moment (I know you
know) is its own world; each meal,
each visit with friends,

each day (even the
humdrum type), each one a world
waiting to break open.