Where I'm From

I’m from the pink bunny suit,
from the Blue Bunny bucket.
(Cookies and cream.)
I’m from fresh-cut yellowing grass
and the splintered deck,
from fading blacktop baking in dog-day sun.
I’m from the lonely maple tree
resurrected and towering
(kingly?)
in the sea of could-have-been green.

I am from poetic warriors,
from sagacious poets
and valiant sages.
I am from righteous, holy honor
and crushing cruelty.
I am from corrupt freedom
and honest servitude.
I am from the teeming bazaar,
from heady, exotic spices
blending smoothly in the saturated air
and the primordial communal soul.
I am from nimble fingers
and tongues,
Weaving silk thread
and epics.

Somewhere
A raging sea collides with
an indomitable cliff,
battering the ancient, obstinate rock.
I am from that sand,
from here and there.
Belonging nowhere
but where the waves take me.