
You are so much bigger than this picture now.
You are running out of room inside.
I know because
your every little movement makes my belly
swell like the ocean.
You are still
a stranger to me
but I know that I am
in love with you already.
March is like a far horizon,
unseen but grows tangibly
with each passing wave.
I fall asleep
every night thinking about
holding you for the first time.
I get weepy
just thinking about it, and I hardly get weepy.
I am bracing
for the landing,
which I guess will be sudden
and sharp
and flip me upside down on the earth,
will take me months to know
the geography of this new life with you.
It is the unknown
and you are sweeping me
closer day by day.
We are just hibernating
in our little worlds, waiting
for spring to flush
the blood into our cheeks.



























