I’m pregnant. Pregnant with a hummingbird, pregnant with the land. Inside me, life pulses with an unearthly vibrance, ready to burst forth. I feel it—the earthquake, the bomb, the color, the smiles. My belly swells with the weight of possibilities, a steam locomotive building momentum, the rainbow arching towards its promise.

I am pregnant, waiting for a plane to land. With each passing moment, I grow more and more pregnant, heavy with the planet’s secrets and dreams. I am a vessel, and I will give birth. Over the city, as the night contracts and the sun dilates, I will give birth.

I am a mother to be, a creator of worlds within. Each heartbeat, each flutter, speaks of the newness to come, the change that will reshape the landscape of my being. The anticipation is electric, a current running through my veins, knitting together the fabric of what will be. When the time comes, I will give birth not just to life, but to a symphony of existence, a cacophony of beginnings that will ripple through the cosmos. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer