You can grow a child inside your body.
A child that comes from you and is part
of you.  You can feel it move, leg scraping
across belly.
She is with child.
Biblical in import.  Honor this time
as magical, as though it’s been never
before seen.  Buy maternity clothes,
pink and blue cotton stretching over
a ballooning waist.  Buy baby books,
decorate the nersery.
There will never have been such a child.
A generational, a cosmic mandate.
Your very cells participate in
a sacred act, your will focused on one
purpose, your body the launching pad
for new life.