feeling the weight

bending in the garden, a morning prayer before the sun bakes my back into a confetti of freckles. 

i am 7 months pregnant, feeling the weight of this child more every day. hotter days, swollen feet in sandals. hosing the dirt from limbs. reveling in the cool of the water. 

thump-bump, flip. my womb is kneaded.  

my daughter, almost 2 1/2, plucks blue cornflowers, her gardening ritual. the stray pink or purple flowers are reserved for her strawberry blonde hair. 

a second pregnancy differs from the first. counting down the weeks, instead of up. 

mr. October will arrive, an end to the harvest.