Half-concealed, from its airy nest

And draped in incorporeal splendour

Rests that beating nucleus

 

Small and round and fertile

Like an unbroken kernel, pregnant with promise

It almost trembles in apprehension -

In a rapturous anticipation

And suddenly! Burstingly

swallows us up in its delicious light

 

It cracks itself open!

Glutting ourselves on the yolk of it

Folding its watery, feathery blankets around our bodies

we nestle our faces in its noiseless solace

 

Hidden in these unassuming seeds

Are worlds infinitesimal

That can satiate all yearning, all desperation and longing