I am from a clock that doesn’t end
a world worth of space and a field I call my own.
        I’m from crawling in a sea of grass and hiding in the        trails like a prairie dog.

I am from an ice river
that creeps passed my ankles and moss that lives on pebbles.
        I’m from sweltering days with my aunt biking to the stream to cool off. 

I am from the home outside my house
a secret spot, a trampoline to touch the sky and a slide that brings me to earth.
        I’m from skipping and listening to the click click clicking of rain on a makeshift roof.

I am from thoughtfulness
to dream, to adventure, to love ones.
        I’m from thinking of others before myself and respecting them with warmth. 

I am from words
hard covers pages, peers and wisdom from my elders.
       I’m from a quiet speech and a loud, creative mind.

I am from blue skies
smiles, laughter and taunts.
       I’m from parasailing with my family over the colorful bath waters of the gulf coast.