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
again and again,
and forget whether I’m falling