Calling

The memory of your voice

Is like rushing down a hill

down

down

Down into the very depths of the earth

That I grew from

To dust

From dust

I am dust

I am spirit

I am Patricia

And you called me Patricia.

When you said the most beautiful part of me

Your sound made Patricia

I laughed I cried

I was

I was not

Patricia rose from dust into herself

I have no words for such a phenomenon

to describe how you create a soul

You see it and it is

You speak it and it is

You say Patricia.

Here I am.