Mary K. Lindberg
Cell 2 Soul. 2006 Summer; 2(2):a17
Wombs wait.
What can he see
beyond pubic hair,
stainless stirrups?
Flushed couple arrives
fresh from trying;
dreams light the darkened
corner where they sit.
He explores a moist cave
no child in sight,
no wrinkled babe
under his white coat.
More eager parents enter,
sperm and egg freshly spread;
ennui of a childless home
their greatest dread.
Sweet sweat speaks eloquently
of nature's honeyed web.
Can the doctor wake the
womb-seed, break
the spell of waiting?
Will he ask them to taste miracle fruit,
or send them home
with new hope to spawn their own?