Eye of Newt

My sister saw a newt the first time she looked at her son. Shane was not yet born, but the image produced by the sonogram in the doctor’s office offered Carole a glimpse of her fetal child in the form of a creature she has cherished since childhood: the slender form of a newt. A little squiggle of life, appearing on the sonogram screen as shadow against shadow, elemental and uncomplicated and pulsing with possibility.