"August is hot. Opulent, tired, thirsty, hot...
She asks no questions about the purpose of life,
is heavy with answers as a cow with milk
coming up the pasture lane at days end.
A child is to play and get into mischief
and do his chores and eat and sleep and grow...
August is the meeting place of the currents of the year.
She feels the meeting within her,
the waters from many directions
surging into a mighty eddy;
but she is not shaken by it,
encompasses it calmly
as she carried her children to full term
despite their struggles to find a way out
of the pocket in which she held them
until it was time for them to go.
She is even faintly amused by the surging
and eddying as she was by the struggles of her unborn."
Gladys Hasty Carroll