i’m a blue robin egg

in an used, empty nest

still waiting hatch.

those grown up birds

already fell, they flew far,

and left me in an used, empty nest.

and i try to think

if i had three eggs,

would i keep the one that never changed.

see my babies grow, and keep the last

in an used, empty nest.

would i still love an egg

that never hatches.

that never flies, but never crashes.

would i love an egg enough

to leave it in an used, empty nest.