Image by Tess KincaidStep across your side
and meet me in the fallow;
come with the innocence
of a freshly laid egg.
Do not mind the cracks
and crevasses; if your foot
lands on one, it will not break
your mother’s back.
Quick, before the thin edge
of the wedge becomes deep;
prime the seed, like a pump,
with a feathered whisper.
Be brilliant, talk yourself into it;
wipe the yolk from your face
and move to the soft center,
flip your sunny side up.
Tess Kincaid
January 2011
Posted over on her site Willow Manor
Listed as #1 over on Magpie Tales 51
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