Yourself—yolk.
Curved spine, chest-crossed arms, bare soles, curled legs—
albumen and calcareous shell.
Stiller than embryo chick sub-hen,
wait, alone. Close eyes. Render world hush.
As chick, egg-held, comes chisel-equipped;
tadpole, toothed; dancing mind will unfurl—
polliwog from slow gel.
What emerges we know for frog, fowl.
Your yolk yields idiocy, genius,
your own green glistening Athenas.
