Time

My cousin is having a baby. When we were little, we’d stick pillows in our belly’s and pretend to be sumo wrestlers. We’d talk and laugh all night about things I don’t remember. And now - on partial bed rest due to carrying low - she’s got a real live human growing inside her, laying in the sweet arms of my aunt, her and child both warmed by the Southern California sun. And I am here, halfway around the world in my thrifted turtleneck sweater, the cold winds of January rushing though the windows of my studio apartment in the thick of Berlin winter, thinking about her and her future child, and about me, and mine, and the fact that time moves so effortlessly.