Daughter in Her Eighth Month
Approaching the predicted
midpoint of her life
she is now profoundly pregnant.
It is her first, and no technology
was needed, only the hormones
released by love and a watchful womb.
a state I did not crave, just as
I did not crave to be a mother
until she thumped her way
into my world, as now her fetal girl
that floating fingered shadow
the ultrasound detects,
detecting lack which means
she'll have a daughter too
is pummeling her.
That's how our babes enlist us.
I feel the tiny fingers pull me
into, through, blood on blood,
we three are sliding, slipping toward
the edge of separation.