The Baby Leaped

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.