Tonight we rest
in tiny petal nests,
too new
to frisk.
Sealed, we wait
our stretch of days,
a stronger build,
the fresh felt will
to take the air.
Tonight we rest
in tiny petal nests,
too new
to frisk.
Sealed, we wait
our stretch of days,
a stronger build,
the fresh felt will
to take the air.
This small, egg-like poem is set to appear in Saehee Cho’s forthcoming illustrated egg cookbook.