Something Beyond This World

The yolk floats in the egg,
The whole inside the shell.
It takes a fine needle
To pierce the shell and white

And stab into the yolk
Without cracking the shell,
Without spilling the world.
The yolk puckers inward.

The needle delivers
Dye, medicine, new genes,
One first cell of new life,
Something along those lines.

Think of all the people
Who profess to pollsters
That they’ve experienced
Something beyond this world.