Where+I'm+From+Poem

“Where I'm From” by Eric Loucks

I am from books, from Starbucks and refined sugar. I am of the tree that grew my home. (Calm, with air tasting of work.) I am from the asphalt of my schools, Stained with innocent but learning Blood, The same that lives in me.

I am from humming and singing, From conflict and Peace. I am from the land of hermits with different conclusions, and thinking questions, From sitting and standing, Then more sitting. I'm from where there is a will, There is a way, In completely inappropriate situations.

I am from Rachel and glass doors, Nutella and Hickory Burger Combos. From the memories my grandfather lost to time. The razor thin slice of life, That makes us laugh then cry. In my sister’s abandoned room, Sits a wooden desk, Often stolen, A reminder of what will come to pass, And what already has. 