| I Am From | |
 Tree
of Life, Gustav Klimt
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I am from under the sweet Cherry Tree and long driveway lined with forsythia I am from the fragrant apple orchard on the opposite side of town where dogs will eternally play under their Dogwood, sisters will skate on ice, build snow forts and pick worms with Bing. I am from Passovers on Balcom Road forever chanting the four questions and searching for the afikomen I am from bathroom practice sessions, lonely fasts, smooth, wailing walls that overflow a uniquely-shared spirituality and disturbing prayers that once held a meaning. I am from the back of the school bus making up new languages and singing happily to field hockey games I am from the choir stage, the art museum, the theater audience learning about characters that I wished to meet and that I wished to have the courage to be. I am from the Verdis Montis stubbornly trudging through bitter cold I am from my own personal struggle, revolution, revelation I am different, I am mature, I am ignored, I am American Por fin, me conocí verdaderamente. I am from a wicked cool city and not from four years that did not drain me of who I am I am from liberation, independence and adventure rolling along a brightly booming esplanade. I am from my spontaneous, bold, insightful travels where loneliness, tears, and giggles have reminded me of what matters I am from this beautiful, vast, diverse, and proud land even from the opposite ocean I hear my tune a child’s smile lifting me to my calling. I am from the arms of my love. ABOUT ME |