Where I’m From (as inspired by George Ella Lyon)
I am from a blue notebook with ocean poems.
I am from a gifted tape recorder that holds my stunned silence to my fathers speech on how his warm coffee mug feels in his hand.
I am from stubborn sand and reluctant afternoon naps.
I am from wild wind, hair-blowing, crooning music, a red Jaguar.
I am from my brothers wide, questioning eyes.
I am from chocolate ice cream, white towel wrapped tightly around my face, alone at the family table, dusk, mom always behind me.
I am from “Finish your juice!” and “She doesn’t have to!”
I am from the back of a Harley, side leg pattings, and “Are you a New York City girl?”
I am from doubtless answers.
I am from giggling, endless delirium from Yentl, and “Could you sleep like this?”
I am from early mornings, pretending to sleep, hearing Luke gather the family before the door creaks open and “Haaaapp…”
I am from pretend camp on the circle. “Oh my god, where is Jenny?” “Check your clipboard!”
I am from blue carpets, terrifying video games, a pretend brave brother, and a maroon couch that holds sibling connection.
I’m from The Mimi Scott, feeling like a girl with makeup and jewels.
I’m from awe, admiration, booming theater speakers, the thwack of a yellow tennis ball.
I’m from constant, mindful, creation conversation.
Where are you from? What are the phrases, places, experiences, objects, and memories that make up who you are? Sometimes it’s important to look back at your foundation in order to move forward. No object, person, or time is permanent in our lives, but everything builds and makes us a little more who we are.
We are permanent. We’ve been here before, we’re here now, and we’ll be somewhere else someday. But we’ll always be around.