from a dream night before last -

in a house with no walls
see the morning hills
stretched out like waves
partly lit
by the rising sun
the air bright mist

a chipped egg in one hand
the shell
light like a breath
peer into the crack
and see white, white
nothing else?
but listen -
look again
two tiny chicks!
funny things
of flint and weight
like a ray of light

a day passes
another egg in hand
ah- precious
twins again
wobbly, unfocused,
restless,
ready-
set us down!
-to live