egg

                                by linda pastan

1. in this kingdom

                                   the sun never sets;

2.                                                                 under the pale oval

                                   of the sky

   there seems no way in

                                   or out,

3.                                                                 and though there is a sea here

                                   there is no tide.

4. for the egg itself

                                   is a moon

                                                                   glowing faintly

                                   in the galaxy of the barn,

5. safe but for the spoon's

                                   ominous thunder,

6.                                                                 the first delicate crack

                                   of lightning.