postcard for swimming babies witch dream in sailing away

Upstream,
Nice and warm
Swimming like a worm
working my way to the top
in my mom's womb

Dreaming indeed
to have a boat
and sailing my way out
when no more land last
in the blue planet

Maybe that why
I learn to swim first, before I walk.

There's no difference now
that I'm here in the ocean
more cold
but not less wet
than amniotic fluids

How strange can be
some dreams I have
in here
In my mom's belle

I totally can hear,
she saying :
"Don't worry
everything is Okay..."A"*

* I suppose my name will be Alice, but I'm pretty much sure I'm a boy.

Collage and Mix Media by C.L.DeMedeiros