it
is
a
girl
all magnolia and daffodil
perfect already
feel her now and again
moving slight
like fluttering
and reminding
i have never loved anyone or anything more
i can't wait to meet her

sunday mornings
with coffee
and pink floyd

sun tries to break in
the blinds hide me
pale skin sheltered
sprouting belly
shadowed by tree leaves and white venetians . . .

saw david sedaris last night
truly a funny guy
had a great time
felt full and noticed
many mentioned my glowing
and that felt nice
it's about time i'm not wanting to curl into a ball and die
and feel alive with life

though i have my moments of restless desperation with growing spurts
it's amazing
like slow full

home home again
i like to be here when i can . . .

the baby has started to move. . . fluttering slightly tired restless here and there
reminding me of him/her self . . .
i smile each time
i can't believe i ever worried this
it's mine and beautiful
and

poetic