10:50 am on a gloomy Friday morning
14° bed weather
I just learned how to type the degree symbol from my phone’s keypad
Press 0 long enough and there it is
How come I’ve not known this before
My hands smell of the orange I just had minutes ago
I inhale it, deeply,
joyfully
The little one stirring ever so slightly
in the womb
An offering, your father’s love
The mist shrouds the mountaintop
Soft embrace, tenderly
Not long now, love.