Monday, 18 November 2013


A gecko egg fell off my shelf and cracked.
Does your heart beat? Lungs contract?
Is your tiny flicker of a brain fully-formed?
Your thin snout, arms clutched close to your chest,
still, grey markings, the tiniest of webbed toes.
If you live
will you remember me, the earth-mother
hat helped to speed your passage into this bright

Beyond the Egg?
You lie very still, born too soon,
born too soon.

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