Little egg, little nub, full complement of fingers, toes, little rose blooming in a red universe, which once wanted you less than emptiness, but now holds you fast, containing your rapid heart beat under its slower one as the earth contains the sea... O avocado pit almost ready to sprout, tiny fruit tree within sight of the sea, little swimming fish, little land lover, hold on! hold on! Here, under my heart you'll keep till it's time for us to meet, & we come apart that we may come together, & you are born remembering the wavesound of my blood, the thunder of my heart, & like your mother always dreaming of the sea.