Kevin Umaña

Lying bare`chested
on my back on a gurney
in a small room in Imagery
a technician squeezes gel
onto my warm belly

I stare at the ceiling
covered with snap`shots
of Hawaiian beach scenes
surf`boards & outriggers
old turtles & pelicans

My grandfather died
when Mama was a child
from a ruptured aneurysm
leaving a family to Oma
to raise on her own

I feel the steel ball
glide sternum to navel
then rib`cage to rib`cage
now holding my breath
then letting it release

The technician says
nothing of what he sees
‘I think we’ve got enough!’
And I’d have to concur
A new day is enough


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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7 Responses to Ultra`Sound

  1. hope you are ok my friend


  2. I’m hearing Kenny Vance “looking for an echo”


  3. I love this ending.


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