Where I'm From
by Max Maclay
I am from the mountains,
Tall, green and piney,
Whispering in the wind,
Bright in the moonlight
And dark as space.
From orange lichen-covered rocks
Scraping my knees, and thighs.
Bloody red sacrifices to stand King.
I am from the city,
Silver spires shooting high,
Crowded, noisy, smelly,
Bike paths, music, broken glass
And Red lights.
Green lights too.
I am from brown and dusty cornfields,
Pick-up trucks, apple pie, cowboys hats,
Predicting the rain,
And Friday Night Lights.
I did not belong there,
But now I am from there,
And it lives in me.
I am from my parents' love.
Showing me courage,
How to grow,
To do Right, even when it's hard.
How to do it wrong
And keep moving on.
I am from divorced parents,
Only one "evil"
(and she saved my life.)
Bonus parents, bonus moms, bonus presents,
I am from blueberry buttermilk pancakes on Sunday,
Gingerbread Men, Christmas cookies,
And stale candy snitched from the gingerbread house.
I am from grilled meat, baseball on TV, 7UP in the hammock
And inappropriate use of pepperoni before a trip.
I am from a classroom and a school
Games, puzzles and wordplay,
Puns, jokes and cake on the first Tuesday of the month.
A recipe shared,
Again and again and again.
I am from the doctor's office,
Sadly supportive, finding the bright side, optimistic.
Trying for six years,
I am from another damn baby shower,
Another damn pink baby announcement,
Another damn fake smile,
Another batch of misplaced and uncontrollable resentment.
I am from the delivery room
Praising modern science
Responsible for more than I ever imagined.
I am one-for-three
I am from the deeds undone,
I am from altitude's thin air,
Snatching my breath before I'm done,
So high, the earth curves away,
The colors impossible.
I am from the mountains.