Life giveth,
life spilleth
a bird’s egg
—SPLAT!—
upon the walking trail.
Hope falls
from such great heights.
What nature gives,
gravity taketh away.
The whole of life is
counterbalance.
Two halves
form a whole,
forming infinite halves
of a greater whole.
Yet all of life we are missing something.
The unending dance
we try to place in a glass…
To have
two halves.
To hold
the whole.
But it is always
changeable.
Always changing.
Never the same state twice.
Like the fate of a hope
or an egg placed on high
—DASHED—utterly,
beneath an ambivalent sky.
Egg of Common Sandpiper by Didier Descouens (Creative Commons)
