Maybe, I will be brave and you will start growing in me,and all I can picture of that is whale calf in a whale gut,from an old picture book about babies. It is so surreal,the thought of a great cage of ribs, a huge round head,fin-hands, tail-toes, all pushing and denting my surfaceto finally, brutally break out, on blood and water, to be.Maybe, you will grow from a test tube or a glass dish,make the first few multiplications, bubbles into bubbles,until you are slid into me, or her, whoever she may be,then you grow underwater, but with that first taste of air.You could come from either or both of us, frog baby,and you will learn one day how hard we fought for you.Maybe, you will already be growing, in the…
