HMS

HMS

She slooped the grand vessel of her pregnancy
Along the sidewalk,
tacking to this or that shop window,
luffing back toward curb to watch the traffic

She dabbled in her progress
A dilettante of forward motion,
Undestined but unwilling to stay put
As if to stand would risk a topple
As if the movement lent her balance
Like a boy on a bicycle

And then her chariot of dreams arrived
And she pushed the spinnaker
of imminent maternity
ahead of her onto the bus.


copyright 2009 D. Quarrell