First Word We waited – through coos and babbles, pebbles the tides tossed from his lips, waited for a sound we could proudly proclaim as papa, for something akin to boo as blueberries purpled his chin. Finally, as sun startled his drowsy eyes, he said ite. With outstretched arms he chased beacons bouncing across the ceiling, wobbled into the shared space of language, and first, there was light
Joanne Durham is a retired educator living on the North Carolina coast, with the ocean as her backyard. She was a finalist for the 2021 NC Poetry Society’s Laureate Award and the NC State Poetry Contest. Her publications and background can be found at https://www.joannedurham.com/.