Where I'm From

I am from creaky, wooden mini-chairs in the backyard, from Wisk laundry detergent and 80 rolls of brown, 
Hi-Dri paper towels.

I am from yellow stucco, drains that gurgle whenever it rains, and the whooshing sound of coffee in the old percolator with the see-through plastic top.

I am from the bougain-villea, the cypress trees, and the pond that disappeared.

I am from player pianos and talking with your hands, from white beards, soft voices and colorful tattooes.

I am from slamming kitchen cabinets, cursing at defunct computer programs, and having too many papers on my desk.

From being adopted and being adored.

I am from a mixture of Paganism, Taoism, Buddhism, and the Green Flash. I am from the quiet curl of a baby fern leaf on the first day of Spring.

I am from San Diego, from Cherokee, Irish and English blood. I am from clam linguine and baked potatoes that explode when you open the oven door.

From the Wint-o-green Lifesavers on the patio over a card game, the Chasing of the Bunny, and playing superheroes on the enormous, brown swing-set.

I am from everywhere, bookcases, albums, fireplace mantels, computer files and libraries.

I am.

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