Never say a word;
afraid it will fracture this fragile force.
A tiny, delicate bird’s egg;
if I mishandle it, it will shatter
& this moment will be gone, lost.
I’m afraid it’s not real.
I do not want it to be real.
Bound me in your nutshell,
build me a brave bird’s nest.
Let our fragile egg find rest there
& we can cover it.
You’ll keep it warm
& I’ll whisper
stories of you.