Naomi Shihab Nye

(12 March 1952 / St. Louis, Missouri)

Boy and Egg


Every few minutes, he wants
to march the trail of flattened rye grass
back to the house of muttering
hens. He too could make
a bed in hay. Yesterday the egg so fresh
it felt hot in his hand and he pressed it
to his ear while the other children
laughed and ran with a ball, leaving him,
so little yet, too forgetful in games,
ready to cry if the ball brushed him,
riveted to the secret of birds
caught up inside his fist,
not ready to give it over
to the refrigerator
or the rest of the day.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 04, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, January 04, 2012

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