Opossum (Didelphis virginiana)

Opossum Waiting for Bus #40 that's not come in an hour, a cat wanders by— No, it's an opossum crossing the street, staggering, stopping... Lucky, the oncoming traffic has not crushed this little fellow. Suddenly, I recall a scene from some thirty years ago— Opossum— creature of the night trotting ahead of me, going to my house, digging at the rosebush Mom has planted by the front door. I've wondered how her roses are so big— she has buried egg yolks for their nourishments— feeding Dad boiled egg-whites for breakfast. Egg yolks are symbol for the sun, none got it right at Robert Bly's Myth Workshop— I write this in my journal— the teacher Nina is amazed at my Yin-Yang image— a creature of the dark finding its treasure of egg yolks— symbol of the sun that's shining with light.       — Peter Y. Chou           Mountain View, 2-13-2021