Ultra Sound

There is omniscient God And there is Ultra Sound Lady And then there is Me With 24 hours left ahead to wonder. Two of the three knows my fate. Cool blue goo swiped across my body And the nice lady Pats my bare thigh so intimately so compassionately With such a sense of genuine comfort That I wonder if she does that All day long With all her pan of patients Rolled like dough beneath her hands on a dinner table Or if perhaps we had made a connection Or if it was just ultra sound code for good luck Or hang in there Or was it the first of many explanations beginning with, “I’m sorry I have to tell you…” But anyway she said to go ahead and let my breath go And that it was over for the day. As if I were her husband Dressing in front of her In our morning bedroom I fastened my buttons and tucked my shirt Zipped my pants and re-tied my tie Chatting small talk about anything and everything But for what was truly in front of us both Along with fate For the rest of the day. Two know the truth While the other dares not ask.