From Jenny George’s collection The Dream of Reason (I could find no place to link to, so this is printed without permission):
Spring
Speckled egg, brown egg, or sky blue with black marks –
Having broken once, the world re-forms
in miniature.
Over and over, in the nest
between two limbs; in the hollow of grass
at a marsh edge.It’s relentless, the way it keeps trying
to return.
Joy
Joy
Joy