I see a space
That envelopes everything,
Like the gestational sac I saw
In absence of embryo
The huge implications of that vast open tiny space
Within that microscopic cell
A gap containing life
The void into which he stepped
The expansive reaches of inner space
Infinitely reducing
Life to its essence.
At 8 weeks
A presence announced by
A bleed and an empty space.
When they showed me our scan at 20 weeks, with a developed recognisable fetus
The wonder was not there.
It had been spent on that sack.
The weight of possibility.
Yes, yes, you are losing the baby, the consultant said.
But his words of certainty could not outweigh the nothing I saw in that Sac
And I told my wife that.
I saw God,
Held in the balance
In that unburst balloon
And I knew
There was life
Waiting
Inflating.
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