Where I'm From

Published on Nov 24, 2015

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I am from clothespins,
from Clorox and carbon-tetra chloride.
I am from the dirt under the back porch.
(Black, glistening, it tasted like beets.)

Photo by LFLamb

I am from the forsythia bush
The Dutch elm
Whose long-gone limbs I remember
As if they were my own.

I'm from the fudge and eyeglasses,
From Imogene and Alafair.
I'm from the know-it-alls and the pass-it-ons,

Photo by sfloptometry

from Perk up! and Pipe down!
I'm from He restoreth my soul
With a cottonball lamb
and ten verses I can say myself

Photo by Ryk Neethling

I'm from Artemus and Billie's Branch,
fried corn and strong coffee.
From the finger my grandfather lost to the auger,
the eye my father shut to keep his sight.

Photo by Marion Doss

Under my bed was a dress box,
spilling old pictures,
a sift of lost faces
to drift beneath my dreams.

Photo by ep_jhu

I am from those moments--
snapped before I budded--
leaf-fall from the family tree.