trouble in her belly

the pain as heavy as pyramids upon
her sand-filled back, the desert
contained in that strange hollow,
halfway meets the Nile… she is
familiar with this heat, the sear
against her skin makes her patience
boil underneath where the unforeseen
wait begins; the sun bears down its
weight and her worries soar… for
what relief can she retrieve behind
fickle shadows, gypsy clouds that
move far too much to comfort the
trouble in her belly which urges her
now to face solitude, without
collaboration…. even the dusty road
flinches, uncertain, in disbelief