A woman in the garden, is different
From a woman in the bedroom. Still she knows
How to use the spade, shovel or fork with pristine authority.
And like a Gardner she sows the seeds
On a little pocket, she digs.
I look in bewilderment at a gender
And then at God, at why or why
Weren’t ovary sacks made to hang from the throat
Like the tonsils, dropping eggs down an esophagus.
Procreation would have been a lot simpler then.
It must be truly exhilarating for a woman
To think of the female sea horse stuffing her partner’s pouch
With uncountable eggs, strings of spawn;
And dream, it’s his funneling mouth.
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Dr Dilantha Gunawardana graduated from the University of Melbourne, as a molecular biologist, and moonlights as a poet. He currently serves as a Senior Lecturer in the Department of Botany, University of Sri Jayewardenepura. Dilantha lives in a chimeric universe of science and poetry. Dilantha’s poems have been accepted for publication /published in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Canary Literary Magazine, Boston Accent, Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry, Zingara Poetry Review, The Wagon and Ravens Perch, among others. Dilantha too has two anthologies of poetry, 'Kite Dreams' (2016) and 'Driftwood' (2017), both brought to the readership by Sarasavi Publishers, and is working on his third poetry collection (The Many Constellations of Home). Dilantha’s pet areas of teaching and research, include, Nitrogen Fixation, RNA biology, Phytoremediation, Agricultural Biology, and Bioethics & Biosafety. Dilantha blogs at – https://meandererworld.wordpress.com/ -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.
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