Good Eggs

Good eggs
Sometimes have a colorful painted shell

But mostly they are
Just white
Or brown
Or yellow
Or red

They are a rooster
And a hen's
Hardy DNA

And they come a variety of ways

Sometimes BOILED
By life’s temperatures
They become solid
And reliable

(Like a student with challenging
studies or a foreman in charge
of his ornery crew)

Sometimes SCRAMBLED
By the whisk
Of chance and circumstance
They become well-blended
And run
Across the plate of the earth

(Finding love in Paris or
searching for art in New York,
the conversations, the gatherings,
the culture begetting culture
begetting culture)

Sometimes SUNNY SIDE UP
They show the world
How bright yellow joy
Is always happily rising
Even in the middle
Of the night

(Cheering up friends, perhaps,
In a silver diner
or waffle house)

And some eggs
Are lucky enough
To transcend all of this
And become
Egg-producing
Chickens themselves

(Contributing their own
boiled, or scrambled, or sunny side up
little ones to the world)

Any which way
We are all good eggs
With a very thin shell