Hello to you!
She famously said, a woman is made not born.
Yet how can I make myself seen
when the birds are singing so loudly.
The early morning cacophony
is sweet noise and new breath
breathing and rebreathing silence.
The air has no voice, no power over me.
The air — the last breath.
–Created by some combination of: Erica, Simeon, Ken, Terri, Alison, Teresa, Diane, Karen, Mary, & Jenny