You lie beneath the nighttime window, great
Of girth and swollen, fill'd with life to be:
A second moon beneath the larger orb
Above that shines upon your gravid form,
The one in crescent, you all rounded full.
Your smile is calm and knowing, telling me
That all is well and right, that this is the
Most natural of things; no miracle,
No magic, bringing us from distant time
To now, and nothing to be feared at all.
But no, for me this is a wonder—love
Creating life—and though the world has seen
The like, this is our first and marvel-ripe,
You bask in heaven's glow while I reach out
To touch our child and feel our future kick.