Halfway down Sylvan and I spy
the me from weeks before –
full waddle, a pause to almost a shuffle
as a contraction grips my lower back.
My family is a duck trail ahead of me,
our daily trek from their Airbnb to our place.
The walk, five minutes, usually takes us fifteen.
But now I am (for the first time since August)
This time I pause
from the weight of the moment.
No family. No bulging belly.
I drink in sunshine,
blind myself on the cotton candy sky.
Inside I am traveling a tightrope of tumultuous emotions,
but on this gravely slab of concrete,
for a mere five seconds, I just am