pregnant

I feel pregnant.
thoughts kick
against nameless walls,
a gush of blood
pours into
nondescript nooks,
words explode, churn
and dissolve
into a shifting unease,
floodgates open and shut
flapping aimlessly
into uncertain waters,
a seed clings faithfully
to itself
and life-giving walls,
biding its time,
digesting the space
within,
an unformed form
waiting for that
perfect moment,
to arrive
and find its place
in the family of things felt,
not seen or named;
I feel pregnant,
I am pregnant
with a poem
that cannot be birthed,
not yet.