Before Woman

Better yet, egg implied, we may yet rest for the best time! 

I turned over to find my companion trawling along,

he had gotten out, he was climbing out, he will go out the raft

to swim besides. 

To let you stretch out, the man conveyed. 

Was I so special? Am I so special? Will I be special?

To egg? To man?

I guess I was yolk. 

Egg was my raft and the man was the waters and I was a babe

turning before birth.

And the sun pooled down like glaciers bursting with welcome

and called out to me:

Hatch into my arms!

The man let go his hands and I wafted out

and down the river with the beckoning sunshine

light upon my mind.

My shell fractured lovingly, without haste.

And there I was, my face revealed truly,

in star vapor 

before the sun took me into arms.