Where I'm From
I am from the golden Sunrise,
From day one, lost in a Fall.
I am from grass in the yard.
(Fresh, green, it was hard to chew.)
I am from lush trees to red rocks.
The tree, growing tall in the yard,
Whose strong limbs
I shall never climb.
I’m from sweets and messy hair,
From pencil on paper and hands on instruments.
I’m from what’s with that tone? And don’t give me that look!
From kissing in trees and who likes who.
I’m from the church where I found no proof
And the science that I could believe.
I’m from a nameless branch,
All this and that.
From the degree my mother lost to help my father,
To the eye I shut tight to keep the peace.
In my mind there are doors only I can open
And a room filled with boxes of memories.
Many still locked away,
Where they come out only during dreams.
I am from these moments, Locked away or not.
From day one I’ve been falling.
Since I was born
Into the Fall-time of our family tree.