Precipice

Over my due-date

 

They have left me teetering on the edge.

Here, gaping and ready,

 

Waiting and heavy

 

With the fullness of everything

Swelling me inside.

 

And even as it lingers

In the painful lack of pain,

The intensity of numbness -

 

I feel -

 

I feel -

 

What do I feel?

 

I close my eyes and I sense it.

 

I am not over-burdened.

 

It is not the tightness, the stretch, the spasm, the stab, the pull -

It is the floating sensation of being exactly, indescribably,

 

Perfectly

 

Whole.