Ultrasound

Black and white
Grains of sand on a silent palette
Silent save for the brilliant music of hope
Potential living in specks of grey
Possibility touching the screen with white fingers, nubby toes
And the blur of a heart that can't be digitized
Bones, skin, brain cramped in a cathode-ray arc
But a soul hidden, for no white and black
Can convey the colour of life
That waits, growing, to burst out into the world
With the glory of the divine
No soundless wand and gooey gel
Can capture the joyful noise
Of child with, of child in, of child here
Nay: speckly scans just touch the tongue
With a foretaste
Of flavours exquisite, brash and bold
That will light the world afire with promise
At birth.
Silent-sound biology is just a shadow--
But what a poetic reminder--
Of life!

~emrys