Thin as Air

One end of a tale in one or two short poems

the forest knows me 
the forest knows me 

so what else matters? 

when the stitches of time fray at both ends, I hear her singing

back to me
back to me

   my song 

(the song)

   she hummed 

when mother released my tiny body from her own into the world

   of form
   of form

   my first breath
   was her breath 

(the breath)

   she hummed

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