EXPECTING

She basks in the roundness of her tummy,
        pliant fingers absently tracing its spherical profile
                as if searching for imperfection.

Two cardinals feed on the lawn,
        oblivious to the figure in the window
                who exhales with the ease of evaporating dew.

The two birds flutter, fly off like excited tourists.
        She watches them disappear beyond the rooftops
                while counting the pangs inside her tummy.