05 March 2010


Just Born.

My first memories of morning
a wind I cannot name kissing my face
and speaking a language I do not yet understand.
I am naked and squirming.
Helpless, but not alone.
I do the only thing my body can figure out
and shove air through my lungs
and over my vocal chords
til my voice splits the awed silence
and everyone cries.

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