Slow Dancing with Pequena

Tonight, in the kitchen, while making rye toast
with the awkwardness of one hand,
you began to fuss
Slowly, stiff movements from tired limbs,
without thinking, we began to sway
side to side, my hips rotating
in the unconscious birth dance we began
7 months ago

And the world righted itself
for a moment
With you in my arms,
your delicious baby smell in my nostrils,
the softness of your body against mine,
time stopped
and my purpose seemed clear.