Where I'm From
I am from Mudville,
whose Sulphur dew offends the nose.
I am from soulful, shoeless adventures on
hot pavement.
I am from dark nights, watching
white dwarfs dance across a blank canvas.
I am from Sandhill Cranes,
migrating to swampy fields in my back yard.
I am from the aroma of mint sneaking
under my nose in sunny June.
I am from corn fields parading across
the earth like tall soldiers for miles.
I am from Queen Janna Dean
and Mount McKinley,
who spent days on the glistening
shores of the Tippecanoe.
I am from the pointy dorsal fins of smallmouth bass,
scaring the edges of my fingers into submission.
I am from the pleasant intrusion
of Lilac on rainy days.
I am from the letter ‘J’,
red-haired, adventurous Jamie
and playful, down to earth Justin.
I am from a towering white sycamore,
whose ivory branches were near impossible to
explore.
I am from skinny days at the ocean,
starved of confidence and sunscreen.
I am from the loud pages of books,
running away with the Boxcar Children.
I am from granny’s crispy oven baked pork chops
on Sunday evening, watching Dr. Quinn Medicine
Woman.
I am from nowhere but somewhere.