1.
Place all the fragile heartache
you classified yourself
too occupied to dissect
into a frangible shell.
Seal it off.
Birth it.
Hold it.
Accept it.
(This last one can be faked.)
2.
Feel the chilled ovoid in your asperous palm
its calcium warts a braille truth
impossible to decipher.
3.
Roll the egg
over your basalt sternum.
The prophetic and unyielding
bass drum thump of your
collapsing heart moves
the yolk you made,
scrambling it.
4.
Move to the table where
food-crusted china
extinguished candelabras
dust-bathed silver
established a community
out of the necessity in neglect.
5.
Hold the egg
between thumb and forefinger
bottom side down, find
the balance,
believe you can mimic it.
6.
Resist the urge to demolish
your feeble creation
just because you can.
Quell your jealousy, child.
7.
Tilt the egg
back and forth
a maternal rocking
symbiotically shared
until it finds its equilibrium
like a child sailing
down a summer sidewalk
liberated from training wheels.
8.
Find its center.
Watch it stand
in all the ways you cannot.
Weep.
9.
Smash the egg, chicken.
10.
Repeat
Steps 1-9
as needed.
