Where I'M From
I am from Tupperware-lined pantry shelves
Ziploc bags of cereal
Sunshine and bumble-bee brown
Kitchen counters
I am from the crackling ice of Norway
the horns of Jericho
the sweltering heat of Phoenix
I'm from a town removed from time
wood and fire heat
Pine trees that stand
like castle towers
I am from misunderstandings
and broken hearts
From people who wanted more
than they could have
I'm from wilted desert plains
and lava skies
from a happy broken home
the lonesome hum of coyote lullabies
I am from roses that grew on brick
canvases
The corn that sprouted on barren
clay
I'm from simple needs
and lavish desires
Masking-taped moving boxes
and “miles to go before I sleep”
I am from “Gypsy Road”
and “Turn the Page”
another era
an old soul
I'm from wash hung to dry
broken morals
and years of change
Me?
I am from all the things that are a part of me
and I a part of them
Church prayers
Crackling cassette players
Serpentine dirt roads
Each live alone in my memories
and I beneath their surface dust
I see them behind my closed eyes
and maybe
they see me in their dreams
Copyright © Sarah Rosendahl | Year Posted 2010
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