Bump
First eye
in the full mirror
silhouetted
turning slowing
she lets
the view
of herself
breath in.
Then rotation
left
and right again;
skirt pushed against
her belly
no longer slight
but now a half-crescent
baby bump.
It breathed;
warm to the touch;
she wondering if he'd
noticed this view;
would he touch
her and it.
She rotated
in the mirror
again,
seeing there a slight defect
where her thigh shimmered
more that it should have.
What more in human view
more powerful than first
baby view,
first mound seen
or felt?
What emotions run
centering on
what if a baby comes?
What thoughts flee?
What assessments are made
at this juncture point?
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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