Where I'm From
Where I’m From
By
Daniel Oyola
I am from the late breeze
when the sun hit my old bike
I am from the ocean water that
splashed into my eyes.
I am from the wood chips
embedded in my shoes
sand and playgrounds
mulch, grass, and gravel under my feet.
I am from the fields
where every blade of grass is implanted in my dreams
ball fields of all kinds
diamonds many times
that brought me back to life.
I am from the late nights
from the giant light poles standing bright
from the smell of tar and hot dogs
where the bat and glove are my sight.
I am from the electronic age
where facebook is my way to explain
to family members thousands of miles away
where to one click a whole new world opens wide.
I am from something I can not fully comprehend
A walk in the water, a blood drop that saves
I am from the voice that shows me the truth within myself.
I am from my hardships to where no more tears can be shed
From the boldness pushed to limits not fathomed
I am from the days in my room
worrying of the health of her
to where I look at the past that is now my dream.
I am from the smell of pepperoni
to which I celebrate in many ways
I am from the smiles that never leave
no matter the circumstances
that are imprinted in every piece
of where I’m from.