Emptiness is big with child
And Thievery the same:
Thievery’s big with child.
The window is too big
With child, again
When it rains.
Forests, they are big with child.
If you lose your way, you lose the child.
A hat is also big with child.
Straw or felt, with child—
Panama, ten-gallon,
Big with child—
In the depths,
At the bottom,
A child.
Every mouth is big with child.
Every flood and plain
Of words,
Every farewell wish,
Big with child, gigantic.
If the unknown is with child,
Strangers, fugitives
Are big with child
And all these races, all
The colors and their shapes,
Are with child,
Expecting.
No face is without child
And every drawer
With child.