You Ask Where I Am From

I am from a woman who stretched out her breath upon a hundred years, and strikes upon this day a distant voice, a thunder tympanum advancing low across the sky, a heartbeat rising from the earth, more eloquent because she is and was a symphony without a score... a dialogue of resonance within that stretches out the years instead and makes their number meaningless. I, a part of the premiere, partaking of the air that left her nostrils, of the milk that drained her breasts, am from a heritage of love; a quiet patience that was her bequest, adorned her like a jewel too lovely to display its fire but from her open heart. ~