I’ve come to admire the quiet audacity of the Easter egg.
So confidently silent and obnoxiously bright,
barely hidden in plain sight, with the same bold certainty
so strong within the very young
before life has cracked and tarnished their shells
They wait, poised before the basket-wielding,
screaming throng of toddlers, as if to say,
“Hey you, over there with your embarrassment of riches!
You, who own so much, yet see so little.
I’ll hide right here in the midst of all your things;
among the tulips, the lilac, the daffodils,
and I just dare you to find me.”
Such beautiful, uppity, audacious eggs, indeed.
by D. Ryan Lafferty DartanionPress.com
Literary Crumbs: Poems & Short Stories to Savor by D. Ryan Lafferty 