A Still Heartbeat

Auburn cascades atop the black vinyl exam bed as she lays, legs splayed apart, every modicum of bodily privacy forgotten amidst the ensuing excitement of newfound being.

It's absolutely incredible what an image of black and white is capable of relaying.

And in that moment is envy,

because though these hands might be capable of making love,

they can never create life.

Not in the way this figure laying before me can.

I can never know sorrow in the way she will know today

As that monochrome picture relays a scene as still as silence in a sky

That despairingly believes the sunlight that resides cannot exist

Within the rainfall of a cloudy day.

I pray she does not forget to sway to the music of her own heart's song,

Though the melody of that child can't be found on the gray-scaled screen

It exists eternally in the rhythm of her footsteps forward,

Dancing a tune with the deluge against the ground.

Within the silence that heartbeat is found

And steps with time forever onward.