Fabergé Egg Poem by R.Benjamin Abate
Fabergé Egg
Standing on the tile outside
In the sun
Wondering if the specks in
The tile are meaningful-
Wondering if there is
Some giant living thing
Staring down
Upon me-
A Small bug lands
On my toe
& Tickles my toe hair-
I bend down
-
Blow it off-
When - Suddenly - There's
A frightful gust of
Wind that pushes
Me off balance/
Hurricane Hercules
Knocks me over
& I feel as if
I'm just a layer of
The Fabergé Egg-
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4/19/2024 5:45:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Aren't we just so fragile, we human creatures who think we are so sturdy and strong, so all powerful and yet so very vulnerable..................... no stronger than most creatures, certainly not as strong as resilient as some bacteria that is microscopic, unseen by our eyes but felt in our bodies....whoops I'm rhyming again :))))