There was a moose by the pines last night.
Her heaviness suggested to me
that life-giving is a burden
carried by those who unsuspect
that life could do such a thing
and burdens are life-giving
for those who finally learn
that life will do such a thing.
It was neither for her.
She laid down reluctantly
with small lilacs as neighbors
and the usual saw whet owl above.
her tired eyes.
I know I will never experience the long temporal pains of pregnancy. And on most mornings I am relieved, but even that seems inappropriate. We simply are what we are and we carry what we carry.