Sonogram

We have watched your coming hence
Since your rising from the sea.
We have traced your form and shape
And tracked the speed of your approach
With wise and careful machines.

We saw you breach horizon,
A small cloud like a man’s hand
Even as we watch from shore,

You quicken, and increase, and
Silently flicker with storm.
 
Three things the sonar told us
With its murky scrying there
Your shape, and the life in it
And the date of your landfall
We know nothing else of you.
 
Only that you come to us
You, unknowing and unknown
Mystery out of mystery come
To break our hearts and lay us bare
And to ruin us with joy.

Thank you to our Guest Blogger Mike!
You can also read his other blog post "Birth Plan - A Poem"

Mike Bonikowsky spends the week trying to keep Micah (2) and Anawim (4) fed, clothed, and recognizable as human children, with varying degrees of success. On the weekends he works for Community Living Dufferin, supporting adults with developmental disabilities. In the ten remaining minutes of the week, he write poems.

Mike has recently published an ebook of his poems currently available here. You can also find more of his work here.