Weaning

Weaning myself
I smile when I
Consider I haven't
Sent a note or made
a call or made
any motion in
his direction
since Friday

That makes three days.

I feel a light breeze
Loop its way across
the palm of my hand
and under my chair,
gently kiss my calf
and come, grab my
other hand

The gray sky belies
Bakersfield in April
Sam plays in the hallway
Looking for other halves
of plastic eggs
And I think

Thank God Spring Break
is almost over

There is that quickening
Knock from the inside of
my belly, reminding me
of the Energy Pregnancy
I felt before all this
Onslaught of loss and
loss and more loss

That energy pregnancy
moved again, like saying
Thank you, Thank you,
Thank you.....

The light breeze
whips around my chair
again, my feet, my
legs, my ponytail

See?

Everything is going
to be ok

Weaning myself
I smile when I
Consider I haven't
Sent a note or made
a call or made
any motion in
his direction
since Friday

That makes three days.