ULTRASOUND

AND SO
YOU ARE MY GRANDCHILD

THIS LITTLE BEATING HEART
PULSING
JAN, BUD, PEGGY, AND ME
INTO A TIME
WE WILL NOT SEE

PULSING DREAMS OF
ARMS, LEGS, FINGERS, TOES
ROCKING CLOSE TO MOTHER'S HEART
HOLDING DADDY'S HAND TO CROSS THE STREET
BEDTIME SONGS
AND STORIES
WORDS AND WISHES THAT WILL BECOME YOUR POEM

I LEAVE IT TO PHILOSOPHERS
AND POLITICIANS
TO SAY WHEN YOU ARE HUMAN

YOUR BEATING LITTLE HEART
ALREADY KNOWS
THE MUSIC OF THE STARS AND MOON

(to Hannah, sept.14/98, r.e.h.)