On Saturday
I found a pure white egg
like a small
chicken's egg
in the earth
lying there, mind you,
nestled in the soil
as I hoed the weeds.
I held it in my hands
it's fragile whiteness
like my soul or something
I left it back
where I found it
it vanished without trace.
Something
seems to have happened,
either because my reason is not sharp enough
or my intuition sulking
and untrustworthy,
I seem unable to process the significance
of this event.
It was a pigeon's egg
