Cracks

Scott Whitby, 2024

Be it seeds or eggs, your very soul

Only cracks make them grow

Seeds sit inert and dry

Potential for sure but not a life

Soon it forms a lucky crack that

lets in the rain and light

A lonely egg sits in its nest

Doesn't matter if it was first

It’s nothing without a little crack

Then its life can fully burst

An empty soul is satisfied

Until the devastating crack

Only then is it filled

With love or some other attack

Whether seeds or eggs

or your soul

It takes a crack

to make them grow