The baby leaped in her womb
At hearing those words-
And for joy, leaped
Baby that was only a tadpole
Or a fish embryo by that stage
Baby that a man, would make
A fetus, to complete us
Flying cherub with wings
Folded back into his shoulders
From heaven's down he floated
Leaping into closed wombs
Now thundering open- into, he leaped
Into history's gaping maw,
Never the same
Time leaped, and he sprang
The clockspring uncoiled
The watch beginning
The bud of the branch starting to ripen
He leaped for the pure joy
In his padded cell
Knowing his time was at hand.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-baby-leaped/
