Song Spirit: Inuit Throat Singing

There is a bird

in my chest, in my throat, since

my first throat-spoken notes

uttered in the shower’s gasp. Hiding

under water, I opened my mouth,

giving lift to all that is rooted

in the unknown realms of Earth

and all that stretches up

to every unbounded sky.


Hum-ma um-ma, hum-ma um-ma,

hum-ma um-ma, hai! hai!


I did not recognize my voice

and that short flight of breath

left me on edge, thrilled with wanting

to leap

again and again,

and forget whether I’m falling

or rising.



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