the baby garden

the garden
is behind a long glass
window.
this is where the babies
are.
growing in small boxes.
all colors
and sizes. quiet and loud.
a chorus of
squeaks and squeals.
eyes finding light,
fingers and arms
twirling, sprouting
free.
one by one they
come in, they leave
into the hands
of perplexed owners
wondering, what have
we done.