I am from her incessant holiness
and little pins stuck through purses
congratulatory thoughts as light spoke into the darkness
from “what happened to her?”
to “what happened to them?”
I am from total rock music and seven swans
everyday, something golden and new
I am from early mornings
spent rolling through the fog on Samson or Jonah
I am from idealism
and I am from that smiling, bobbling head
gleaming with all promise and foreshadowing
I am from oxygenated, starry nights
with the windows down and melodies lifting us away from youth
and scattering us miles apart
I am from “SHOWERS!”, chow, a cannon
and a well-developed dread for the five o’clock hour
I am from the vine, a withered thirsty branch
filling up on Thursday nights
I am from reconnection after dissatisfactory chatter
half of those absences accounted for and
half hearted delinquency in the park
totaling one whole mess of my affections
I am from mourning my mother’s endless tears
and turning my back on David
praying for his redemption
I am from the glow of reality
brighter as layers of life continually peel back
in joy and in sadness
