I saw a flower on a tree branch
while sitting on the fire escape
and for a moment I thought
it was a baby’s balled fist. I notice
children, pregnant women, everywhere.
Not because I want a child of my own
but becauseI am so afraid of, someday,
my person changing his mind about not wanting
a child of our own making, resenting
me for not being willing
to give him one.
(Photograph by me, originally written May 2015)