A Game of Chicken

Every few minutes, he wants
to march the trail of flattened rye grass
back to the house of muttering
hens. He too could make
a bed in hay. Yesterday the egg so fresh
it felt hot in his hand and he pressed it
to his ear while the other children
laughed and ran with a ball, leaving him,
so little yet, too forgetful in games,
ready to cry if the ball brushed him,
riveted to the secret of birds
caught up inside his fist,
not ready to give it over
to the refrigerator
or the rest of the day.
~Naomi Shibab Nye “Boy and Egg” from Fuel

Gathering eggs on my childhood farm
was a source of wonder and terror:
the pleasure and challenge
of reaching under a downy breast
to wrap my fingers
around such smooth warm wholeness.

Daily I fought my fear
of a hen muttering under her breath,
staring warily at me, her beak at the ready,
ready to defend what was rightfully hers
and not mine.

It was a game of chicken
in the truest sense,
a stand-off between a four year old girl
and two year old hen:
we locked onto each other’s eyes
while I bravely grabbed the egg
and she pecked at my hand.
I would never let go
of her egg or her eyes
and, as part of the daily game,
she allowed me to have both.

Like the game of chicken
I watch my dogs play daily now,
their eyes locked
in mutual respect, intimidation and affection.
They need one another for this
game of love:
give and take,
take and give.

Sam waiting for Homer
Sam getting in position
Homer approaches – their eyes lock
A little closer
Let the game begin!

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4 thoughts on “A Game of Chicken

  1. I like this.
    A ‘different’ view of what I, as a city-bred girl, experienced growing up
    in such a ‘foreign’ (urban) atmosphere. I think that I will remember the full meaning
    of your shared early memories posted here today every time I crack open an egg.
    These seemingly ordinary events – especially in your formative years,
    speak so to the ‘fully becoming’ of the woman you have become —
    the gift of ‘seeing beyond’ the obvious — that has led to such deep insights
    into Nature and its relation to our Christian spirituality and understanding.
    Another word I think that describes what I am recognizing is Wisdom —
    a gift that you, dear Emily, share with us so humbly, so generously.

    Thank you!

    Liked by 1 person

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