Engorgement

No one can even begin to understand
a breast
the size of a head
or imagine
its weight
making an embarrassment of melons.
With a chest
like a garden in the fall
one can do nothing
except lie as still as the earth
and wait
for relief.
Surely some harvester will appear
equipped
with lips
and an enormous appetite;
such a condition
will wish for anything.
The eyes
of a mother
search for foundlings in the grass;
wake up, the crop
of you,
and cry for your supper.

Mary Rudbeck Stanko
London, Ontario