Ultra
Brandie Trent
in black and white
his developing image
swirls in sound waves
it floats to the screen’s surface
developing in stages
like Ansel Adams’ photographs of Yosemite
becoming clearer and clearer
until it is life
the curve of his spine –
in its series of links
like the boxcars of a westbound train –
is apparent
unmistakable
I feel the spring of his legs
pushing out
the bump of his baby foot
bulging against my sister’s
swollen stomach
inside
his forming fingers
smudge the silence
reach out to touch and tangle up
my own waiting places
his developing image
swirls in sound waves
it floats to the screen’s surface
developing in stages
like Ansel Adams’ photographs of Yosemite
becoming clearer and clearer
until it is life
the curve of his spine –
in its series of links
like the boxcars of a westbound train –
is apparent
unmistakable
I feel the spring of his legs
pushing out
the bump of his baby foot
bulging against my sister’s
swollen stomach
inside
his forming fingers
smudge the silence
reach out to touch and tangle up
my own waiting places