When what wakes you is a uterine contraction
You recall your planned distraction—
Imagining swimming in the aqua attraction
Of a dimly-lit pool, the interaction
With its limpid water, the diffraction
Of your buoyant self, the gravid fraction
Below the surface, the calm satisfaction
Of simple, smooth propulsion—and by subtraction
Calculate labor day’s chain reaction
Until the time of blessed extraction
Of the new person, your best action.
Pamela Hobart Carter loves Seattle as much for its water and mountains as for its bustle and creativity. She explores the Emerald City daily while walking her dog. Carter used to be a teacher who wrote on the side. Now she is a writer who teaches on the side.