Brian Muriel - March 8, 2021
NO SUCH EMPTINESS
And there is no such emptiness quite like
The pulsating black unoccupied oval
Center direct in the ultrasound screen.
We looked on while she nudged the plastic wand
Millimeters around your insides
Amazed by the invasiveness
Yet a hopeful thrust reveals the dark, unbroken
Circle enmeshed in wavy grays and
Taupes; it swirls and churns like so much smoke
From cinders in an atmosphere then disappears.
She nodded and with a smooth effortless motion with her arm
The wand exited you and was placed on the silver tray.
She excused herself politely–retreating
To the opened office down the hall.
He came a few minutes later with a clipboard and
An ashen look and it took only moments to know from his face
That all those moments inside our minds
Where we planned and prayed
And uprooted so much was all for naught.
Emptiness is your hand caressing your belly
Next to me in our car as we drive home.
You now alone inside yourself.
Brian Muriel is a high school English teacher in suburban Chicago where he lives with his wife and young sons.