Full moon
(not quite)
hovering above
round and ripe
blessing the world
with her silver light
waxing, growing…
biding her time.

A woman waits
late in the night
lying in bed
her belly gets tight
and the little one kicks
marking the time
that she waits in the dark
for her babe to arrive.

The moon when she’s full
or the fullness of moons?
One never can tell
how late or how soon
the call will come
but one thing is true:
the moon will be right
and the hour will too.

–ddw

(inspired by a comment from another midwife and looking at the moon while driving home last Friday night)