The Seller of Eggs


The Seller of Eggs
I am a simple seller of eggs.
I sit here each day
Under the blazing sun
And offer
Indifferent travelers
These eggs.
They see me as a common fellahin,
Blue-striped robe,
White-flowered headdress,
Dull, tired eyes,
Voiceless
In the world of affairs;
Blind
To all
But daily bread.
Ears tuned
To rustling grass,
Crunch of sand and
Cricket's song.
I am a simple seller of eggs,
And yet
I know ... the world revolves around
the egg,
And I, who sell these eggs
Hold in my hand
A miracle.

*Fellahin: Arabic for peasant woman

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