while we wait

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.