On Eggshells

May there be great May in your 
future April you will wonder if
you lost your self when you 
end pending eleven months
and another year do you exist
as you when all your days are 
different days and you are defined 
by as at a time thirty day times 
same nights same stillness
fractured spring breeze enchanted 
sparrow speeches beseech robin
robin! be well remember 
your fractured blue beginning