Poetry Thead

[wanderlust]

Another Man’s Paradise


I sit here, imagining mountains in the distance; mountains with snow-capped peaks and clusters of pine gathered at their feet. All the while I am straining to hear the first whimper, the soft cry that signals my time is no longer my own. He sleeps in restless slumber below singing stars to the music of Beethoven mechanically simulated, secure that when he awakens Mommy will come. I feel the beginnings of another within my womb and I am finding it difficult to maintain the blush of a new mother’s happiness. Seven months since I have given birth and already another clamors for my body, reclaiming it for a primal purpose. I could curse myself for my stupidity, become bitter toward those I love. Instead I comfort myself with visions of mountains here in another man’s paradise, surrounded by palm and palmetto; bikini clad, unscarred, flat stomachs of childless women.

----Not quite poetry form but it reads like a poem to me...