Sound Byte
I listen back to an iPhone voice memo.
I hear myself singing a nascent tune,
born on my raspberry lips,
writing a song.
In the background I hear a truck bellow,
surging up the hill as I walk down.
My voice is timid in the speaker;
the decibels delicate and slight, as the sound of a fawn.
A hoarse caw in the background-
I hadn’t noticed at the time.
I listen again, with delight.