Short and Sweet
The Perfect Morning
It feels I've stood here hours watching the water,
Waiting to see the last breath.
Finally it comes,
Bubbles race to the surface and I know it nearly time.
I watch the struggle, the tossing and turning
Spinning clockwise now counter-
There in front of me.
Soon I'll pull him out,
But it won't end there, not yet.
I'll take a knife, crack open his head
Enjoy what I've been craving all morning
The most perfectly boiled egg.