I AM FROM

I am from warped tree branch,

From bug spray and dinner bell,

I am from the blanket of suburban leaves,

Calm, swift, the soft whoosh of a family car.

I am from the quivering ripples of a pond's shore,

Dancing to amphibean song.

I'm from the sprint out the door and the story louder than yours,

From you can do anything and wait until you're older.

I'm from the body of Christ, a light snack to reward dissociation.

I'm from Westchester and all over Europe,

Lemon squares, chicken pot pie.

From the mealwide ban on food as weaponry,

The council of holiday figures who shared my father's handwriting,

Spread across space and mind.

Marked by soft wilds to bring them to the stars.