In Utero

Laura Post

In Utero

My wife has grown three sons
in her womb, nestled and nursed
these little raiders in her ark

of fluid and flesh. Another, a girl,
she anchored to her bosom
from nine days to now. Adopted

this one, blessed and baptized
her in oceans of smells
and coos, cradled her in arms

and eyes—such complex vessels
of love. For all my annual tilling,
she’s a better gardener than I,

consummate cultivator of each
thing great and small. Even
the benign fibroid mass

found growing in utero, her body
cannot but favor and feed—
such fertile ground, such springs,

such rivers and seas of life.