Hen House

Who invited in the hen
Eggs laid carelessly
Left to hollow
Without proper nurturing
All across our floor

Why do we so clumsily trample them
These chards of life and possibility
With insecure steps
So they easily slice at our will
Shattering trust and understanding

Can our solid wood floor
Now saturated with mixed blood and intention
Be swept and mopped to reveal the truth
One egg of unity cradled
Delivering life through this fragility

Comments

Audrey said…
Jamie...I want YOUR kind of writers block! You are a clever one!

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