memory 10: when i was younger

Blair witch

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.

I’ve never
seen such
eyes like
these with
so much
deep inside
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.