Ringing Round

The sun looks suspiciously
Like an egg in images
Showing writhing filaments

Encircling the serene sphere—
Prominences of plasma
Rough the surface just enough

To give it that lived-in look
Oocytes get fixed on glass slides
In bright light microscopy.

Analogies. The head swims
With them. Either everything
Is secretly everything else,

Or knowing has turned your skull
An egg glowing like a struck bell.