a world in my belly

being pregnant
is carrying a watr bag in your belly
a blue earth water logged
inside you.
and like the infant
who escapes the water womb
tommorow i will have to puncture a hole
out of the earth into another round thing
and after that another round safer haven
a neverending journey
from one circle to another
leaving one home
bursting this bubble
only to enter another
but iam not complaining
blue delicate bubbles
nurturing and mystical await me
the colours diminishing
fading
pointing to a transluscent state
from red hues to blues
to snowy hues of clouds
and we breaking out of one watery state
into another state of matter
there is no easy escape
malleable us, entering one door
and exiting another
temporary spaces -this world