EMBRYOLOGY

Where do the eyes look? A distant question.
The thinking fetus leans on its unfinished palms
living and breathing and exhibited on its own in the museum of the womb
in quiet narcissistic splendor. We never hear it all
only the skips of the heart muscle, until it’s ready
to give and take, to meet and grow distant
balled in folded elbows, centered 
in the doubt of its existence. What’s to be done with
this bundle of bones, when the pillars of reality grow weak,
with all the wonder and quivering? Soul and spirit all depend
only on you, and human eyes concealed from human eyes.

EMBRYOLOGY