egg

    by

    lin    da

    pas    tan

in this

    king    dom

the sun

    ne    ver

    sets;

un    der

    the pale

    o    val

of the

    sky

there seems

    no way

    in

or out,

and though

    there is

    a sea

    here

there is

    no tide.

for the

    egg

    it    self

is a

    moon

glo    wing

    faint    ly

in the

    ga    lax    y

    of the

    barn,

safe but

    for the

    spoon's

o    mi    nous

    thun    der,

the first

    de    li    cate

    crack

of

    light    ning.