I’m an egg

I’m an egg

You’re an egg

Everyone’s an egg

We have a shell

A fragile shield

When it cracks open, behold: 

Vulnerable squishy semi-liquid

Golden sunny orb in the clear as day cloudless goo

Aren’t we glad

despite the pain of a broken shell

when our little sun sees the light of day

Doesn’t it bask, exposed

To a new glow and warmth 

and doesn’t it itself

glow and warm

Relaxing

Spreading out

Stretching at last

Free

of the darkness

of the restraint

of a shell

We know this

is conditional:

on a gentle slippage

to a cozy container

That it is a 

firm aimed tiny tap

above a reasonable receptacle

not a smash to the sidewalk

Which is to say:

context matters!

But with delicate comforting touch

I’d break willingly

I think you would too

God break us, every one!