Today
You came running
With a small specked egg
Warm in your hand
You can barely understand
I know
As I told you
Of Beginnings-
Of egg and bird;
Told, too,
That years ago
You began
Smaller than sight,
And then
As egg yearns for sky
And seed
Stretches to tree
You became
Like me.
Oh
But there's
So much more.
You and I,
Child,
Have just begun.
Think:
Worlds from now
What might we be-
We
Who are seed
8 years ago
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