Scrambled Musings – Day 2

What small, fragile treasure
cupped in my hand.
I cannot know what lies inside.
It could be starlight…

What secrets lie in the midnight
between two shining stars:
endless dark matter
ringing silence?
What mystery in the distance
between Orion’s belt
and the lion’s claw

…or the secret of life.
Until I destroy and drop it
into a pan of hot oil,
it is revealed.
Not starlight, just an egg.

Inspired by the prompts from the NaPoWriMo blog page and Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides blog, which I read right before I made breakfast. Who knew scrambling eggs could inspire such deep thoughts? One might even say they were…eggsistential 😉 *shot*


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