Gasping. That is how this story begins.
Birth, death, nightmares, drowning, falling in love, or
failing to be loved back … the hard stories
begin with breath that breaches like salmon
running upstream, water choked with fierce red,
water knotted of blue clouds and white spray.
This is how the hardest stories are built,
and the hardest memories — begin with
gasp, echo, explain, silence. Gasp again.