Well it's official. This is the first poem I have written that I am placing on CT right away! I hope you all enjoy.
Adoption.
I think I saw human nature…
Cracked open like an egg.
Naked and visible-
Like bone white sheets…
In a hospital bed.
Eggs are a special kind of birth.
Often still-born they swim-
In a sea of oblivion-
Naïve to the gases…
You might say we all hatch differently-
Every egg is an island.
An explosion of embryonic gel
And angel feathers.
Eggs are fragile, they say.
I remember dropping one
when I was young.
Seven ghosts escaping the shell.
They looked so ethereal
With their unstained skin
Abandoning the sweet comforts
Of the uterus-
Oh, mother you came and went so fast-
I hardly knew you at all.
You had the boiling water ready…
Your vinegar, your salt.
I was gift wrapped-
For the vultures
They pointed and stared
Swooning and Swarming
My egg was special.
It was an adoption
A small, white nova
Severed from its cosmic knot
And the knife, it carved so well…
Straight through the genomes
All the way to Jupiter.
VJA 2006
