Saturday, February 21, 2009

the robin's egg

a very long time ago i walked home from school with two friends. it was england. we wore caps and blazers and ties, grey shirts and dark shorts.

the sky was overcast. the pavement was wet.

on our walk we came upon a thick hedge.

one of my friends stopped and so then did we.

in the hedge there was a small nest. and in that nest lay an impossibly blue egg. a robin's egg!

i recall the feelings of surprise, mystery, and magic contained in that twig, twine and down bed.

a secret home.

we each held the egg and felt its smooth warmth.

it seemed improbable that something so small and fragile and very beautiful could house a bird.



but it did.