Space Baby

Where are you going?
Your walls are getting imperceptibly thinner,
eggshell in vinegar.
Tomorrow, you will have to leave that
amniotic membrane and live.
Will you be helpless?
Will you infest some other protected corner
and subsist on casual glances?
Or will you bite anything that gets close enough?
Parasite, scavenger or predator?
Perhaps you will rise into unfamiliar spheres
and unfurl wings of sudden wisdom.
Perhaps you will watch gray clouds
spreading cold across the world,
the earth lighting up with others' choices
while your seaglass eyes
reflect the movement
of starbirths.