Beytzeh: Season of the egg by Marge Piercy
Beytzeh: Season of the Egg
It’s the season of the egg,
older than any named creed:
that perfect shape that signs
a pregnant woman, the moon
slightly compressed, as if
a great serpent held it
in its opened mouth
to carry or to eat.
Eggs smell funky
slipped from under
the hen’s breast, hotter
than our blood.
Christians paint them;
we roast them. The only
time in the whirling year
I ever eat roasted egg:
a campfire flavor, bit
burnt, reeking of haste
like the matzoh there was no
time to let rise.
We like our eggs honest,
brown. Outside my window
the chickadees choose partners
to lay tiny round eggs.
The egg of the world cracks
raggedly open and the wet
scraggly chick of northern
spring emerges gaunt, dripping.
Soon it will preen its green
feathers, so it will grow
fat and strong, its wings
blue and binding.
Tonight we dip the egg in salt
water like bowls of tears.
Elijah comes with the fierce
early spring bringing prophecy
that cracks open the head
swollen with importance.
Every day there is more work
to do and stronger light.
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