Normally
I lay my thoughts on the page,
but a fortnight ago
I laid an egg.
Out of respect for my thoughts
and what might emerge from them,
I built a nest in the corner of the room
and sat on the egg.
Friends and colleagues
couldn’t believe I was trying to hatch out an egg.
They thought I had withdrawn
into my world.
How long must I brood?
Hopefully not a lifetime.
What will emerge?
Hopefully not a human.