Wooshing above and below the water
among the bubbles,
her belly was now her ballast.
A hummingness that whirred within her all the time,
that turned like the soap in her hand,
from one comfortable nook to another,
tucking his feet under her ribs and
nestling his head on the cushion of her bladder.
She rested her hands around her tight drum -
tapping a rhythm, singing and waiting.