knowing you

We sit again,
the way two married people sit,
the comfortable, knowing closeness,
the sort of sitting,
that is pure and familiar.

The sitting now,
is changed,
as now I can feel,
something next to me;
what,
I am not sure.

An arm, a leg,
a foot, a hand,
gliding, pushing, reaching,
forth
from the fantastical
roundness of your womb,
gracing me,
in this sitting.

We look at each other,
the knowing look,
of the long married
that requires no words;
a knowing that we have created,
you.

We do not know
you,
we do not even know,
if you are a he or a she,
but we know,
that in this sitting,
that you know,
we are
a family.