(Written April 13 and languishing unedited until now)
We hadn’t been back since we lost the last one.
“Lie down. This gel should be warm.”
Do you know our history?
our morbid list of problems?
High-risk, our permanent label.
We have more pressing questions than
whether to repaint the nursery
blue or pink.
Suddenly a vignette, a silent reel
of the secrets of providence
projected upon the screen.
Look! The heartbeat, all four chambers,
the umbilical cord, all three strands,
the kidneys, the bowels,
the feet, the hands–see how open!
Now for the brain, neatly divided
and crammed full of proper brain things.
“Baby looks healthy!”
We are parents again–
of one who may outlive us.