All the King's Horses

You remember Humpty Dumpty, 
that famous head case,
always wall falling, 
always scrambling,
and wonder if you misplaced 
his displaced noggin 
until now jogged gently along, 
pure Pysanky, laced with
delicate blue vein tracery, 
albumen blown
to be carried by design 
in your finest take care spoon. 

Resisting the urge 
to recount his fingers and toes,
cradle love 
and walk fast with him
sunny side up
toward the finish line, 
cracking jokes 
on his hard shell,
your good egg.