Once again
Today the world lies
Before us like a
cosmic egg
On the verge of
cracking open
Separating before and
after
But as the fissure
widens
The hatchling lies
nestled in
A vessel overly warm
and
We can’t help but
wonder
Who among us will
remain
To mourn the new
world
If it turns out to be
Still born
With many thanks to @valeska1978 for providing the inspiration for the shape of this poem with one of this morning's tweets.
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