I think of how quiet I must have been insider her,
my larynx a tiny bulb waiting to blossom,
fluid-filled and still, atop my trachea.
I try to imagine it--passing through her,
thrusting from the inside out, catching
my first gasp of air. The throttle of my throat
must have rattled and a high-pitch cry--
or was it a bird-like shrill?--rode the cool
air from my lungs into the acoustic hollow
of my mouth and I released my first sound,
pure and uninhibited, a scream
completing me somehow...
from First Sound