EGG

for Gail Ghai

One egg perfect egg

doesn’t roll down away.  The egg

has a steady fat egg bottom.

A fan in Michaelangelo.

We all know he called it so—

whole, settled, harmonious, good.

What else do we dare want? or need?

Cook an egg in anything or

nothing and you have enough.

Why does the egg meat,

feathered maybe,

break itself to be?

That ungrateful, blasphemous son.

What does he want now? or do? or need?

You scrambled mess.  You were an egg!

“Not to be eaten, but to eat,”

said the flawed thing.