ode to my left calf

Oh, left calf.
Your sudden suffering
that comes to me in the middle of the night.
spasm
calling out
scaring the husband
and the only relief seems to be to
relax
which is hard,
as you know,
when the pain comes so
alarmingly,
like someone is squeezing
you with a
woodworking clamp
and don't have any idea when to
stop
before it bursts
and your pain sends my whole
body into a frantic attempt to
relax -
while you cry out
mad

It's not your fault.
we can only blame
the baby.
why the baby is taking its
solitary confinement out
on you
is totally unknown to me
when there are so many
other aches and owies
that could - and will - come.
but there it is:
spasm