The Egg

inside your head is your egg
where you hold the full life
you will live after you crack

at the moment you are folded
upon your incipient self in there
it can only be seen in dark close up

you won’t know what’s in there
until the shell breaks
and you flop out in your head

less dark and cramped than before
all will feel possible then
light and shadow tumbling 

inside your egg is a head
you wish you had cracked open
when you were younger

though the cracking
would have defined
agony

it would have
defined joy 
as well