our first year is our making:
learning how to use our mouths
to discern something, to really
learn it; to feel its shaking edges against our
breaking gums, against our emerging teeth,
against the squeal of our burgeoning tongues.
we revel to move, to mouth
our way through knowing,
through compelling, through
the telling of our stories as they
crawl, stretch, walk, run, fly into the wide blue.