The Uterus Project: desert creatures

I notice how the desert creatures scurry along,
Stopping every few feet to rise up,
Look around. 

I remember scurrying along, my twenties and thirties,
Fast and furious; the busyness of life. 

I wonder if I had stopped,  raised up, looked around,
Would I have shifted course?  Would I have made family,
Sooner?

​I regret nothing, save the love.  

This much I know, I missed that family
Comes when it comes, how it comes,
When you slow down, shift course, rise up,  
Face the unexpected.