Life Giveth / Life Spilleth

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)

Egg of Common Sandpiper by Didier Descouens (Creative Commons)