I thought about it one way,
then I thought about it from another angle,
it was then I decided to stop thinking altogether.
Some days I feel like this, like you could crack me from the outside,
or I could break out from inside and be panned and frying. Some days I feel
sunny side up, and other days i’m a little sunny side down, and I can never decide
if that is better or worse than feeling scrambled. I’m rarely entirely certain if it’s
better for me to be chilled, or adjust to the rooms natural temperature.
I am fragile, but I am also strong. I can run with a spoon, and
I can roll with the pavement. Sometimes I crack
and fall apart, but I am well rounded,
a circle, a cycle, so when I
do, I’m re-hatched
reawakened,
stronger.
I see you in my dreams,
sometimes, and when I squint into the ripples,
you shimmer back at me. I dive to find you, but you are nestled,
so comfortably, that I don’t have the heart to try and take you away.
So I leave it, as I should, and I wonder if I might return one day,
and in waking our eyes will meet, perfectly balanced,
I will sigh and shimmer at you, and
you will sparkle back.