which eggs go in which nest?

last night i had a dream that i
found a little pale blue robins egg.
it was empty and fragile.
i picked it up and ran with it.

i divided my nest in two.
"little bird wait for me there...i will be back.
and you will not have moved a feather."
i want to grow like moss
one millimeter per year.
not much faster than that.
too fast and things break.

i met a french woman in a little
antique store with tiny chairs and tables.
i asked her how she managed leaving her
home country for a new one. didnt she
always feel homesick for one place or
the other? just like i do?
does all this dividing have to hurt?
she said,
"it was tough at first... but then i
realized i get the best of both worlds.
and it is lucky to have two countries."

i loved her and decided she was
right. and felt much happier then.