Egg

 

its shell was cracked

after it smacked

against the counter top.

 

its insides were still unbroken,

its yolk still golden.

 

But I was halfway to the bin.

 

prepared to discard

with little regard.

 

S t o p p i n g.

because I started

thinking about how

 

I was halfway to the bin,

 

with its insides still unbroken

and its yolk still golden,

 

because its shell was cracked.

 

© Hudson Biko