This egg was a shell cast under a spell

no route, no stout, no bell

merely an inanimate object in an embryo

waiting for life and moving to and fro

 

How many embryos do you notice and not see?

how many inanimate objects do you kick and not pick?

how many routes do you observe and not serve?

my story in a hurry – ten years ago

 

If eggs birth their contents and retain the containers

if inanimate objects could speak and not gawk

if my egg could voice the noise and shun other voice

This egg could have flown over the zone

 

Soon,

very soon,

this egg

will fly

above the sky