Colored Egg Artist

Sam had the patience I did not—
holding already lovely colored eggs
perfectly still in the oily dye, again
and again, half by half, side by side,
building a history, an archeology of color—
variegated tops, bottoms and bands overlaid
with mottles of marbleized continents.
As each masterpiece dried, I marveled. He asked,
“Is there such a thing as a colored egg artist?”
“There is now,” I said, surprised at my surprise.

2018

Previous
Previous

Just Before Seven AM

Next
Next

Happy National, um, Global Poetry Month!