9 Weeks

Song of Your Growing

Crown-to-rump 1.25 inches, our small grape
the plan of you completely laid down
taste and tooth buds approved
fingers and toes wiggling
ankles, wrists, and inner ear existing
nose flat and eyes far apart
We saw you spinning
and the tiny flicker of your heart,
150 beats per minute,
movement in a grey cloud
with blood circulating and brain
stemming a quarter million neurons
every 150 of those beats
I ponder all those neurons will become
No longer embryo, fetus now.