My Trip Down the Birth Canal
by jane arie baldwin
I don’t remember birth but I imagine the placenta breaking away from the walls of my small apartment inside my mother’s womb and gravity dragging me down a long dark tunnel toward the light. I’m sure I resisted a bit because I love the feeling of soaking in a warm tub in a small bathroom and I love SCUBA diving in deep water, with only the sound of my breathing in a sea of infinite blueness. All that ends when the tub turns tepid or the tank runs out of oxygen. Serenity passes like a phantom with the very first gasp of breath.