Beneath Glass

I would love to be a father:
To implant a piece
of myself in another person
Root seed in soil and watch
it bloom, to kiss the dome of belly
the button flipped inside out

But to be inhabited
To become a terrarium
my body overturned glass
steaming with swamp
moon valley and begonia
pebble, charcoal, moss

Then to lift that glass
and expose my second world
to thundercloud, to rain

I would rather remain intact:
My body, my body
My glass, my glass