Your plate of scrambled eggs beneath the sun
gives off a slowly curling wisp of steam,
and it appears the scramble you have done
is sunlight that’s congealed. Though it may seem
that sun and yolk are different things by far,
they look like relatives, and you can see,
by way of matching colors, that they are
as kindred as a plant is to its seed,
for eggs could not exist without the sun,
and in this we’re no different from the eggs,
as it sustains the life of everyone
that has a pair of wings, or leaves, or legs.
When scrambled eggs give off a curling smoke,
you sense the sun’s deep kinship with the yolk.


Mario A. Pita

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